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There is no poetry without madness
The gods speech filters through its muse
Translated reflection
perception of beauty infused

A shapeless form lies in wait

Like a cold light in the gaze of my memory
Boreholing the skulls to free our devils inside them
Cleansing the mirrors of black bile stains
And the sea of our darkness keeps fading, invading

On a fugue shore
her uncurled fingers
draw me in..

Warm waves washing over my hand
Luring me into melancholia
A mass dream within sanitys’ asylum
chimeras in a watery grave

Dusk cloud storms, crashing waves
split immolation
Fleeting like a rain drop in torrential
Emerging

Sinking hysteria just ripples on the sea

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