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Supremacy of Homicidal Impulsion


Breathing in shallow remarks

from thee

So twisted

So worthy of reciprocation

That justify expressing discern markings

“Murderous” auricular illusions conclude

to reinstate burning thoughts from your deceit

personally taken up by me

Ironic isn’t it?

Blade of requited overdue

-A sly glisten smile that curves in grace-

Pending life of yours

Thou-

Portraying abstract denial cuts

Slashes of imperial mistrust

and punctures of deep crimson redemption

Courtesy of yours truly

Astral from body seeping away

as they all eventually do

onto immortality

Disoriented orientation

of the inbetween

-Stellar cosmos and burning Hellfire-

As I craft

with adroit fingertips that position the handle

Coagulating fibers that seem to fail

A slowing dispossession of soul

I scrutinize the light in your eyes darken

but only to further brighten mine.

 
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IconoclastSalem

Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?

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