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The Tic-Tacs have lost thier flavor

Days… of instability
Red sky,
with blue rimed
metal clouds rain fire,
In my head.
Self-forgotten in a haze….
....…….. OF…...........

Emeralds & diamond bottles,
a bleak effervescent river flows,
pouring clear ‘n’ black liquids
Through the kaleidoscope of colors,
into the…EMPTY….veins of life.
Small neat rows of crystal sands,
fill my head with demonic delusions
throw their eyes I see clearly.
Floating on clouds of blood
the smell permeates my skin sending,
waves of electricity over my body
as they pump their poison into my veins.
To kill the monster that lives within me,
Tic-Tacs have lost their strength, all that remains
                Pain.
Written by DevilsPoet
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