Eden, Exiled

Don’t stare too long
Into the light
Don’t scar those beautiful eyes

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.


Eternal bliss,

Plastic laugh,
Synthetic smile,
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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