The Binge

It feels I've lived a thousand lives
in this black minute already
Life's soundtrack to guide me
through mind's schism
outside of all space-time
The puppeteer of this organ flesh doll
an ego-killing cosmos-chaser
tracing this brief timeline
Numb and in bloom
Alive and doomed
Walk this funeral dimension to
misanthrope's torture song
Cynicism teaches enough
pain for everyone, but
I don't want to suffer
Feed me to
the black drug high
Written by DoomMantra (B. M. Franklin)
Author's Note
February 2020 DoomMantra
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