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Venom of the sleeping ones
This otherworldly poison infests my blood
No truths are spoken into existence
Silence is cold and suffocating
Isolation is driving the temple down the hill
Apathy... cowardice, will make anyone ill
And as we eat the fear of the beast for every meal
Cancer grows, we seal the deal
the adversary laughs with zeal.
But you have no idea what I am talking about.
you are the sleeping... coffin people...
Thinking might be lethal
Simple pearls are slapped out of my hands,
and vomited on by sol-diers like you...
gym kings and makeup queens...
smart society beings...
you grieve my heart, its turning dark...
I see the walls of the camp grow higher each year
built by a warm entertained cheer
I'm cold in this blizzard of antidepressants
driven mad by noises of tender host voices.
Surrounded by nitpicking believers...
I am.... dead, in front of the gates.
So close, yet so far.
My journey has not even begun.
Published 29th Aug 2020
| Edited 3rd Oct 2020
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