Its hard to see the madness.
When you've always been a
part of it.
You must be Crazy enough
to stand outside of it All..
while grabbing The Ugly
Bull of Life
by The Horns and screaming:
"My
Lovely Sheep!!"
you have always belonged!
(to Me)
"Welcome Home."
"That Place
Old Familiar
Strangers meet."
(For The First
and
Very
Last Time.)
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My first death scared me a bit,
because I had never died before.
Never felt the Terror of Potential
Nothing tearing at my Newborn
Heart.
Nor mistrusted (in my dying
moment)
The Fables of An Average
Youth.
But Now (given the Realization
we are All Eternally Dying
Beings) My Fears have been replaced
by A Boredom which burns
My Soul, and leaves me Gnashing
My Rotted Teeth at Those Careless,
Bastard Stars.
(Who have never felt what it is..
to be Made of Scars,)
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Shit...
My Coffin...
My Coffin is ill fitted..
And This is quite The Opposite..
Of being Laid To Rest;
Hold me Fellow Broken
Angel,
in The Hours of My
Loneliness.
&
See Through My Eyes The
Blindness
We All Suffer as I struggle to
see...
A Candle...
(flickering within me.)
revealing fragments of
TRUTH..
those Paintings on The
Caves Cold Wall.
Drawn By Illiterate hands.
(who could have built it all.)
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