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In the bloodstream, a clot that maneuvers into redness, a defense

An obstruction that pretends

Cruelty is upheld and thoughts contend

Attention with strength toward that surrounded with a barbed wire fence

A throne of mud that reaks of filth

Trying to find that who sits upon

Moving away vision cannot be clear

Bobbing for answers in a barrel of toxicity

Face melts but these ideas untarnished

Surviving and pulsing, enhancing the clot

Where true eyes may see all but I recoil in disgust

My desires crumble down in the dirt devils gust

Off to vain motives and dark arts of design

Lying in a forest layered with darkness where up trees my insanity climbs

Where am I? I want to ask, and no response is given'

Seems I am either lost or the answer is already present

Crazed drunken numb manner flips the disguise

Stumble to the ground searching under rocks in hopes to find

Some easy way out to rid these blind eyes

blind heart

Blind mind

These follicles of destruction

Imbedded inside