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aums of pain

       
feed my ache          
the bittersweet sorrow of days gone          
flavor it with melancholy          
so it bleeds the colors of my soul          
         
my eyes reflect the depths        
of a tormented being          
there is great beauty in pain          
         
it takes center stage        
in the forefront of your mind        
a ballet of the senses        
   
an offering to divinity        
who require aums stained   
with the blood of your humanity        
to pay the toll      
         
play the violin quietly          
in tempo with my internal screaming          
sip my tears          
         
& savor the hint of hopelessness          
aged like the finest wine          
         
taste of me          
& you will know grief          
inside this tortured vessel          
you will understand despair          
         
the gods own chalice          
is filled with those in agony          
they are drunk off my sordid existence          
         
within my sacred hall of memories          
is a garden of misery          
blooms of regret          
vibrant with love gone wrong          
         
silently marks where i lived          
& where i died          
 
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