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Limbo

Pray disturb not in repose

Doth wish to sleep infinity

A paralysing unconscious

Of nay perforated serenity

Ecstasies of dream visions

Sweating a fever post-REM

Thy malaise of disillusions

From which chimaera stem

Haet! thy rest impediments

Corrupted Sleeping Beauty

Hath thou succumbed unto

Sole mortality of humanity?

Soft cessation of thy breath

Transience of sleep apnoea

Fragile, respiring unto death

Of thou’st dissolute insomnia

Hearken thine heart’s pulsate

A phantasm of reality sorrow

Reveal open the golden gates

Of another ad nauseam limbo

Atonement of thy opprobrium

Lest not thou forget prefatory

Comatose in a latent oblivion

Wandering in abyss purgatory

Forgive thee, for thy have sinned

Eternal rest which thine deemed

Perpetual nightmares haunt forth

Of transgression and sin—nevermore.

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Purple Ink (an adventure in absentia)

You accidentally slipped in purple ink and died

Because you were busy pacing, too preoccupied

Chewing nervously on the end of your dented Biro

Accentuating every last thought with a sigh hitherto

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Upon waking and discovery, you jolt in a dazed state

Your dirt-beaten striped sneakers noisily squeaking

As you dusted yourself and held your awaiting fate

You began your unlikely journey and start travelling

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Wandering lost upon a forestry of a wildlife mind

Every thick foliage a verdant idea finely efflorescing

Every path an untraced road of the life you left behind

Crushed carmine blossoms plucked away and wilting

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No sense of direction. Where are you? The lunar ostentation

Pierces into your amour-propre, setting it blindingly alight

With your foolish absurdity, in bland starless observations

Of the complacent monsters you’ve yet to encounter and fight

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Chasing after creeping vineyards, when their wine is parched

Do you understand? They’ve nothing left to give your thirsty soul

A paucity of the former, this broken forest you vainly marched

What’s the endgame to this latent excuse of a failing goal?

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Your sanity has turned upon yourself, hordes of screaming demons

That reach for your insatiable hunger, in a lusting of the brain stem

Where’s the exit? Where’s the exit? You attempt vainly yet stumble, gone

Reaching for the light at the end of the tunnel as they devour your lumen

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Consciousness prods at your eyes, the form of an almost irritating light

Hear an alarm of a beeping machine like a metronome and salty liquid

Your head shall be fine, you’ll recover, doctors assure your ghastly sight

Their placated shiny smiles of false relief dripping disgustingly insipid

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You accidentally slipped in purple ink, hit your head, and yet surprisingly survived

They said it was a nice miracle, but then again, the Vatican fabulists love a good lie

For the creatures slopped their saliva all over your cerebrum, infecting you thereon

Think it a ludicrous story? Dear, you should’ve seen that slimy ink you stepped upon.

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Succumb

My heart’s a ticking time-bomb doomed to soar

My knees constantly wobbling, shaking the floor

My arms are enveloped with endless tremors

My empty eyes no longer healthy, but sunken fervours

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My mind twists and aches, grappling for a foothold

Slipping, swelling, spiraling deep into the void

My soul is looking for a way out of this Arctic cold

Confused between adrenaline and genuine joy

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I wish the Darkness Overlord to hear this

And be so kind and merciful as to grant my wish

The power to sleep, to drown all my sorrows to naught

To let the tiring cycles of life leave and my dreamland burn hot

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If it may be eternal rest, I honestly care no longer

All I crave is the sweet poison of unconsciousness

And my tired conscience perceives that this uncanny side effect

Is nothing now but a simply a minute consequence.

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