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Lips Of Darkness
Chapter 2 of 6
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Wilmer

Lonely Thoughts

20. Introspection,

O’

Mindless intervention...

Listen well,  down they trail...

Doth thou mind me?

21. The innumerable theories

twist....

then bend.

22. Rather I?

In your eye, I see death.

Repressed, you disgraced

pest.

23. I’m sickened by this foul character of mine.

24. Give me tomorrow, give me the next, please feed me more!

I can’t help but being vexed.

25. How is it that not a single page has driven you insane?

26. Here I-

Here we sink.

27. I look back at the mirage

and wonder if these steps

were worth it?

28. There’s a pain in my lip,

should I bite it?

Let the blood ooze and drip

Seemingly ecstatic?

Or would it be better if the agony pierced tenaciously

until it vanished?

29. Silence is a dying thought....

While it expands,

it is suppressed by emotion;

My sentiments are tracks

Moving the fraudulent locomotive.

30. I thought of you yesterday,

but you died.

31. Closer to hell,

A thought blinks into existence,

Molten steel

burdens my structure,

I hold all that was and is

in a gleaming arena….

Possibilities shatter…

32. Home alone- all alone.

Waking vacancy,

Constantly waking me….

Make me a wish

Make me a bracelet,

Tell me i’m fine,

Write me a better line….

33. Any idiot could live life.

34. My conterparted evil,

Sinking, drowning,

Freely falling feeble.

Does this life seem enough?

Constant mood swings and thoughts of love…

Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is done…

Remember that net which kept you going,

Never caught,

Just always running to be taught.

I don’t take darkness lightly,

But somehow it spots

me nightly.

36.The words are constant in my forethought,

Rigid in character,flightless in possibility.

Surging like water, infesting the mind, crumbling

the remainder of my time...

37 The dragon sweeps the night

crawling maggots etch the Doctrine,

what remains are words dripping,

Dripping of darkness,

For I am locked

In the realm of the tiny devils,

Traveling amongst what remains….

Once a mad man, now a lone one,

My fate is lost,

My hate….

It costs…