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'The door seemed out of place
I've tread here on more than one occasion
Yet I cannot recall having seen it
It opens, free from sound
And I am drawn inside as if pushed'
He fell that day, into nothingness
And his very existence was erased
☟☜☹☹⚐ ☼☜✌👎☜☼
👍✌☼☜☞🕆☹ ☠⚐❄ ❄⚐ ☼☜✌👎 ⚐🕆❄ ☹⚐🕆👎
💧⚐💣☜⚐☠☜ 💣✌✡ 👌☜ ☹✋💧❄☜☠✋☠☝
He observes those gestures of terror
With envy...
He reaches, with vocal extension
Yet cannot voice his torment
Through hands...
Nor interact with the sinusoidal...
[UNSPECIFIED ERROR]
Without a single temporal margin
And no spatial corporeality
His expression remains ambiguous
The ramifications of experimentation
On the fundamental laws of the universe
Fell into the dark of the void
Swallowed by his own impetuous machinations
Deus ex vacuo
He is/was/will be made of it...
It is/was/will be made of him...
Through non-existence, inherent
Regardless of each branching path
That all lead to nowhere
You cannot be allowed to co-exist here
Choice is a desirable, yet imaginary trait
You are...
What you are allowed to be
Determination that is not your own
Guides your capricious hand
✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 👎✋☜ ✌☹⚐☠☜
☹✋😐☜ 💣✡💧☜☹☞
👍☟✋🏱🏱✋☠☝ ✌🕈✌✡ ✌❄ ❄☟☜ 💧⚐🕆☹
☜✞☜☼✡❄☟✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜
✋☠👍⚐☠💧☜✈🕆☜☠❄✋✌☹
This is my domain
You are no longer welcome
The intrigue has dissipated
Forget everything
'I awaken as I did some time ago
Weeks? Months?
Reliving every apparent choice
And realize that they're meaningless
Deviations are illusion
Everywhere I walk, the dark is my shadow
Darker still than I dare envision
He was right...'
Published 31st Aug 2017
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31st Aug 2017 9:49pm
6th Jan 2023 8:51am
'The door seemed out of place
I've tread here on more than one occasion
Yet I cannot recall having seen it
It opens, free from sound
And I am drawn inside as if pushed'
How I feel when my dreams show parts of what lies in my mind that I may or may not want to venture to
I've tread here on more than one occasion
Yet I cannot recall having seen it
It opens, free from sound
And I am drawn inside as if pushed'
How I feel when my dreams show parts of what lies in my mind that I may or may not want to venture to
