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bitter seconds since the clock stopped ticking,
hands fumbling and distraught in the multifarious trickling-pulse blaring but eyelids lulled:
a time where fate is all but welcome.
faith seems to disperse at moments like this-
when doubts invade: ramming nauseating tremors,sculptures of scaulded critique that i swallow-
a burgundy warmth that burns a little too much-deep inside my bulging cranium.
marauding moments of delirium-stewing abominated conundrums despised by the acid that rots my teeth,
the need to speak chokes, redolent release nags beneath the surface:
air imprisoned as I cough the reminder of mistakes never forgotten,
mistakes never rendered true,
onto my shaking hands, shattered and torn-
shrieking resonances of torment, an endless chalice of knowledge that my chapped lips struggle to spit out, ripping themselves apart-but god knows they never open.
decomposing lungs seem to silence truthful songs-
worn from the nights,
the thoughts of the past and the thoughts yet to come.