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EGO, SOMNUM EXTERRERI III: SOLILOQUY
I am not here
A phantom illustration
Merging words with substance
And detracting from it
Withdrawn from reason
The other side sees
The other side sees me...
Demon inside
Calls from the id
Inundates the ego
I am not here
Cryptic puzzle mind
Injected desires
Redacts truth
A burden of opacity I bear
Tortured I, and not alone
In this house, my nature sleeps
They wither and decompose
But mine is not my own
That is stripped from the bone
I am the tithe of sorrow
As a root drinks of the liquid
Or a fungus drinks of marrow
Marrow of the soul
I am not here
Your senses blind you
Pulled the string
It is the noose of your will
A maddening cynicism imbued
And pain is the medication
The demon I hide
I can't ignore
And it calls for more
I comply
Again
And again
And again
And again
But I'm no stranger to addiction
My residence is effigurate
And when you slow, I will be there
And the moon will oscillate
Then disappear...
Published 31st May 2017
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2nd Jun 2017 7:10pm
I feel like I've been peeled and put back together again. This is eloquently described. I love it.
2nd Jun 2017 7:48pm
9th Jan 2023 8:39pm
The demon I hide
I can’t ignore
This one speaks to me, we all have things we hide whether it’s behind a mask, true thoughts or it’s addictions. Good work
I can’t ignore
This one speaks to me, we all have things we hide whether it’s behind a mask, true thoughts or it’s addictions. Good work
