Don’t stare too long
Into the light
Don’t scar those beautiful eyes
White
Knowledge
Carves a bloodied trail –
There’s venom
In the holy grail.
Truths discarded,
Fall in shards
And rake their way
Down fragile arms
Hanging onto
Empty hopes
Hanging down
From homemade ropes
Brittle cynics
Adorn the void
– Vacant –
Wanderlust destroyed.
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Ignorance,
Eternal bliss,
Comatose
Happiness
Plastic laugh,
Synthetic smile,
Solace
In the infantile
What dreams may come
In this fugue state?
Small comforts
To hallucinate
– To decorate
A lavish hell
A pretty cage
A prison cell –
The padded room
Where you once fled
To lose the monsters
In your head.
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