as i slip into myself
i suffocate in the netherlands
of these hollow regions
where dead thoughts have been
sneaking around after
they've been layed to eternal rest
among this timely but
desolate cemetary of charred choices
treading damp soil of
hardened shards of trust strewn across
this magenta grassy knoll
sprinkling droplets of rotted smiles into
souless skies flickering
atop unlit wicks of corroded compassion
resting uncomfortably upon
a oscitant ottoman fraying at seams of
what seems like euphoric
streams of stolen clouds trapped and
vacuum sealed with glass
horizon buttons shimmering within
raindrop textured fabric
washing pores clean with years
of recycled tears eroding
sight in blind whispers sparring
devotion in a prize-fight

ringing this evening bell
cracking with millions of sunlit
specks caught in a spell
seeping slowly between this slit

i've precisely disected
to learn more about where my soul
flies when it has decided
it's fed up with my sinful attitude

stagnate smiles sift in
paralyzed flakes of withered pain
polluting diseased air
blowing pensively across barren orchards
cursing the ground with
mislead seeds germinating bulbs burntout under
scars waiting to selfishly
destruct loves sutures that gracefully layed across
the wound like a butterfly
stitch flapping adhesive wings catching particles
retrieved in harmonious
excerpts sung through halo's like a wireless
microphone reverberating
beneath placid voices skimming fragile
rivers swaying mystically
around this scurrilous perimeter not
playing fairly with the
team visiting from inside this tough
but sensitive cardboard
life doused with self denial
suffering from pink-eye

ringing this evening bell
cracking with millions of sunlit
specks caught in a spell
seeping slowly between this slit

i've precisely disected
to learn more about where my soul
flies when it has decided
it's fed up with my sinful attitude

unleashing deafening tones of jumping joy
leaping off highrises of healing hope
shattering windowpanes of windowless rooms
decaying with dangerous deposits of
decapitated days
draining
delight

saturating in subliminal safety zones
altering the artificial breath taken from graves
of stillborn scented coffins lined
with plush velvet visions swelling against carcasses
with a vicegriped hug squeezing
all of the nothing thats left evaporating into the
mangled musty dew boiling in
asphyxiating breezes teasing death with enchanting
gusts of generic winds scouring
wormholes knocking lightly upon these plastic caskets
subtracting smiles swinging on threads
of tasteless torment

choking on bland brands of beauty

weaved into a marvelous mandola misting misery
from the fabric of wicked wool itching
cornias invertedly witnessing wayward suggestions
fail before they're even proposed

choking on bland brands of beauty
breaking through
to the other
side of
myself

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