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Psycho-Delic
I remain motionless as a statue amongst a graveyard
Haunted by the formation of a bleak, silent miasma clouding the eyes
Vacant of perception and judgement
I am too afraid to entertain the concept of loss
Or what does one see if life is the cost
What lies beyond when one is deprived of reality
Am I able to separate the truth from another fallacy
What is left for me here
For my understanding of the the true confines and characters of this world
Are nearly a reflection of thoughtless judgement
As spiders weaving an utmost intricate web of lies which culminates into the vale draped over dead eyes
The sweet sight of a developing mind
Cast from the light
ever evolving to bestow upon the world the Grim Reaper's scythe
The birth of mankind consummates the day in which the blind started to lead the blind
An amalgamation of thoughts as if trapped in my mind's perpetual labyrinth
I am lost
A most potent formation of words which ensnare the throat of humankind
that contribute to my constricting, ambient sense of euphoria
Individuals write as one's theology on such a matter acts as a narcotic
and their beliefs are the high
Haunted by the formation of a bleak, silent miasma clouding the eyes
Vacant of perception and judgement
I am too afraid to entertain the concept of loss
Or what does one see if life is the cost
What lies beyond when one is deprived of reality
Am I able to separate the truth from another fallacy
What is left for me here
For my understanding of the the true confines and characters of this world
Are nearly a reflection of thoughtless judgement
As spiders weaving an utmost intricate web of lies which culminates into the vale draped over dead eyes
The sweet sight of a developing mind
Cast from the light
ever evolving to bestow upon the world the Grim Reaper's scythe
The birth of mankind consummates the day in which the blind started to lead the blind
An amalgamation of thoughts as if trapped in my mind's perpetual labyrinth
I am lost
A most potent formation of words which ensnare the throat of humankind
that contribute to my constricting, ambient sense of euphoria
Individuals write as one's theology on such a matter acts as a narcotic
and their beliefs are the high
Published 20th Feb 2020
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21st Feb 2020 1:36am
I feel like this was wrote during ,or about, the introspection phase of an Lsd/Psycilobyn trip. That part of the trip where your ego is dissolved and you are able to percieve the nature of reality better.
22nd Feb 2020 7:32am
Great piece ! "An amalgamation of thoughts as if trapped in my mind's perpetual labyrinth
I am lost
A most potent formation of words which ensnare the throat of humankind" I rather enjoyed this line . I am impressed !
I am lost
A most potent formation of words which ensnare the throat of humankind" I rather enjoyed this line . I am impressed !
