Candy Canes And Lines of Coke

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Dark Poetry

Conspire from a contradiction

of dreams and reality.

Reaching out with bloody hands

he hangs from morality.



Pouring from a crimson wound

bleeding inside out.

The razor’s sight and mind is sharp

and punctures my own route.



Fading from a distant past

ripping through my veins.

Flooding in with constant terror

the soul of chaos reigns.



Gazing into clouded windows

through fog, into their eyes.

Sought to free these poisoned dreams

awaken this bed of lies.



Reading into nothing there.

Knives seem to seek flesh out.

Cutting open pallid skin

and stitching it with doubt.



Building up a fortress of hope

to guard the fear of grief.

Waiting, searching for the final kiss.

Breathing lies of whispered belief.



Suffocating in solitude’s embrace.

Forced to witness him grasp for breath.

Watching as my hero falls

and welcomes his own death.



Condescending the decisions.

He has stumbled out of lines.

Nothing be the reason

we lose truth between the signs.



So in searching for refusal

he is high in his mistakes.

Walking onward to the endless

I rise where his will breaks.


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