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A Delinquent Debutant
The dreams I had
Turned into nightmares
Blanketed with haunting numbness
Ethereal mists invoking
Confusion.
But a joke on me
Cosmic puzzle
Where I’ve lost a few pieces
A laugh that condescends stalking peace
Joy in disillusionment
A broken key.
But a fallen Valkyrie
Tension in temptation
Voices that linger
A poisonous vinegar
That laces my gall
With convoluted diversions.
But a constant delusion
Hateful jealousy
That you’ve found a new reflection
A haughty revelation
That leaves my lust
In the deadened air
Smelling of smoke and ashes.
But a deviant devotion
The light flees
From the pupil in my eye
A fancy foundation
Crumbled from the inside
Spontaneous internal combustion.
But a depressions darkness
Fragrant emotions
That cloy the senses
That pleasure violated
With a glimpse of universal dissection.
But a deplorable dissension
Bitterness erodes the psyche
Like a patient in perdition
Hell’s many layers
Proceeds the princess
In flames destined to burn sanity.
But a delicate melancholy
Depths of the pit
That are damning the soul
Sinful relegations
Of chasing the dragon
A realization there’s a chip on my shoulder.
Turned into nightmares
Blanketed with haunting numbness
Ethereal mists invoking
Confusion.
But a joke on me
Cosmic puzzle
Where I’ve lost a few pieces
A laugh that condescends stalking peace
Joy in disillusionment
A broken key.
But a fallen Valkyrie
Tension in temptation
Voices that linger
A poisonous vinegar
That laces my gall
With convoluted diversions.
But a constant delusion
Hateful jealousy
That you’ve found a new reflection
A haughty revelation
That leaves my lust
In the deadened air
Smelling of smoke and ashes.
But a deviant devotion
The light flees
From the pupil in my eye
A fancy foundation
Crumbled from the inside
Spontaneous internal combustion.
But a depressions darkness
Fragrant emotions
That cloy the senses
That pleasure violated
With a glimpse of universal dissection.
But a deplorable dissension
Bitterness erodes the psyche
Like a patient in perdition
Hell’s many layers
Proceeds the princess
In flames destined to burn sanity.
But a delicate melancholy
Depths of the pit
That are damning the soul
Sinful relegations
Of chasing the dragon
A realization there’s a chip on my shoulder.
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