The fury within burns deep beneath the surface
of my tired eyes and played out alibis.
The heavens gates do not await me,
for I have run a wretched path.
For me there is no salvation, alas; I am bound by chains of dementia.
Soaked in sickness; devoured by cruel circumstance,
I mock my very existence.
The flames of my misdeeds have caught up to me,
and now I bathe in the ashes of my lunacy.
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Comments
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I'm sorry but something just struck me funny reading this, perhpas an old memory. However, I do find this to have a great one and is well done. Bravo!
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