There’s a Stillness…
And it knaws My mind
Into an orgy
Of metaphors

Internal frequencies
Consume external energies

And I collapse into Myself again

Into a sober euphoria

But it’s all in My head
(That’s what She said)

…Right?

Perverse truths
Taint the handsome fraud
A Con-artist painted with sugar and god

Draped in silken robes
Reeking of off-white
(And the occasional spot of red)

Like personified mannequins
Who spit at infernos
(That only thrive in the wind)

Like bringing the Doe-eyed mind
To her knees
Where pearls await
(If she says please)
Lest flames consume soft, unchaste flesh

“So lay your petty thoughts to rest”
(That’s what He said)

But handsome mannequins are useless without
A means to sell
And when tongues are euphoric with the harps of Hell
Right?

Vibrations shatter my
Lucid
Sober
Delusions

And I
Am Silent
For
No
One

So Taint Your Thoughts with Truth
(You. Are. God)
And lay the pieties to rest

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