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Of What Is And What Was
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Unpublished pieces
Dark recesses of terror
Careening harshly through me.
Memories linger on
while rituals become
and
overwhelm me.
What was before, is now.
In a plain of despair,
music playing nearby.
Swaying the hatred
through my hair.
Impressions of lust
trapped forever in me.
While solitude
speaks
and defines me.
Memories confuse.
They shift and distort.
They bend and reshape
the strength
of my
commitments.
Souls of solitude
drip meaningfully
from my hands.
I hold nothing
and
nothing holds me back.
Stripped naked of defences.
I'm victim to myself.
Pictures fade, blemished,
they
take any shape or form.
I am not what I was.
