all hope is lost, it has revived itself

April 15, 2014

i claim exertion to the separation of

curtains and search of sanctum,

but no matter how i

venture changing or

eluding these days, my

automatic traipse always leads

to some other cognate place

this backwards time

lapse- raucous

fragments keep

repeating,,,

unbearable

agony can't stop

thinking keep rewinding the worn

reels unending terror prescient

demise shrill torsion in my

skull fragments keep

scraping this abrasion i'm

scratching already continue no

finish collapsing with failure relentless

assault fear pulverizing

everything it's

programmed to confine to

inflict torture to reinstate

inanition...

my vision is

palpitating; the

odds are

still the same,

but when

they're pushing and

shoving the evens

away, all

hope is

lost

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