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Upon this Day, In Sadness
Folder:
In Cold Blood. yellow days
upon me
like
a complacent warning
hours filled
with idle time
no sense of
use for me
though it's never more
than you can take
black is forming
coiling like a snake
all this denial
and confinement
is unnatural
i feel i'm going to brake
outside of chains
walls made of brick
constructed thick, dismantled in
a crumbling blindness
of defense
paving the way
towards new horizons
with awkward steps
upon a mountains edge
beneath the sky
and crying
of ignorance
i am
forsaken
as prince
of all of this
i shall inherit
what is left
in my depressions
as a consequence
for my actions
null and voided by bliss
danger is presented in
a masochistic fashion
i regret the whole
where deviance is rooted
within my soul
i torture there in silence.
