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honey, the Kid ain’t alright

Dopesick, drug addled    
Brain zaps, sinking in logical traps-    
Blinded by the perceived righteousness of my own path—    
a Will long since fettered unwillingly
espousing the  
same  
self-deceiving    
hypocrisy I detest    
   
   
mini seizures, the slippery slope’s    
steeper,    
fuck, my knees hurt.    
Drawing closer to a yawning primeval Void that    
ever patiently beckons my return.    
The very essence of It is atomized in my    
arteries, asphyxiating erythrocytes in Epicurean Entanglements    
       fuck the Zeitgeist, too.    
I’m not okay, and It’s not—    
okay.
Written by Alois_inwriting02 (Alois Cyprien d Bayeux)
Published | Edited 6th Nov 2024
Author's Note
I hate that I’ve used the term “yawning” to describe a void in two works of mine. I’ve been away from the whetstone of writing for quite a spell, but somehow I feel as though there may be less fat in this piece than some of my earlier work— I’ll leave it to the readers to determine as per usual
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