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Wandering Without Destination
I opened myself today
Then I continued to walk familiar yet unwelcoming streets
A thick trail of blood pools heavily behind me
It follows for miles and miles
Impossible amount for one human, yet it continues to flow
I keep bleeding and bleeding and unmercifully I am still alive
I desire to sleep.
I cannot release consciousness so I dream with my eyes open
A gallery of intricate art pieces flash in rapid succession
Divine revelations that I will never re-create
Cannot help but remember of how she looked when her eyes glazed over with concern
She took on a sort of ethereal beauty as if she externally manifested her soul
I witnessed a suddle yet unmistakable transformation of her face
Realizing that for a few seconds I saw real, wholesome love
She offers it effortlessly
I thought she is some kind of angel
Or that true human nature is divine
And it has been stripped away from me by childhood demons
It does not matter, i continue to walk
I cannot help but notice evil faces living in fading plumes of smoke that rise from my lips
Unraveling in an elegant swirl into existence then quickly thinning to nothing in a fleeting dance
Death is on my thoughts like a rain cloud and I cannot help to feel it is my time
I wash myself of fear and fall into the night
Then I continued to walk familiar yet unwelcoming streets
A thick trail of blood pools heavily behind me
It follows for miles and miles
Impossible amount for one human, yet it continues to flow
I keep bleeding and bleeding and unmercifully I am still alive
I desire to sleep.
I cannot release consciousness so I dream with my eyes open
A gallery of intricate art pieces flash in rapid succession
Divine revelations that I will never re-create
Cannot help but remember of how she looked when her eyes glazed over with concern
She took on a sort of ethereal beauty as if she externally manifested her soul
I witnessed a suddle yet unmistakable transformation of her face
Realizing that for a few seconds I saw real, wholesome love
She offers it effortlessly
I thought she is some kind of angel
Or that true human nature is divine
And it has been stripped away from me by childhood demons
It does not matter, i continue to walk
I cannot help but notice evil faces living in fading plumes of smoke that rise from my lips
Unraveling in an elegant swirl into existence then quickly thinning to nothing in a fleeting dance
Death is on my thoughts like a rain cloud and I cannot help to feel it is my time
I wash myself of fear and fall into the night
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