I.

it smothers me,
this vicious cycle,
endlessly running
me into the mire.
breath comes in
hard gasps
and spasms wrent
tearing me
asunder.
noting the black smoke
writhing around
my ankles
settling deep
into the marrow
of ebony pain
to poison my blood
from the very wellspring.
a death of my own making,
vigilance
paid no heed
as warily I meandered,
lurking through
the corridors
of fragmentated isolation
chambers.
seeking refuge
I collapse
letting the inky stillness
overwash me unawares
till hard upon
the cold dawn
flinches
the afterthought
of my mistakes …
searching me out,
calculating and unwavering
as the Boney Grasp
ever snarking
the hunt of me –
too late,
for repentance,
shriveling under watchful eyes
I can never outrun
so amorous a predicament.

II.

drown me in the filth of my desires,
for suffering
I languish,
rapt with silent
evocation
and paranoid mirages
that bar the worm-filled
hate
which so easily
pasted my lungs
and caused me to fall,
downcast,
shady in my petulance,
eyes filled
with sawdust
hemorrhaging essence
into nostalgic oblivion.
keeping the quiet crying
an arm's reach
from proverbial
demise.
retrovial melodic ass'inations
lead me untoward
to blissful
amniotic
stasis -
awash with alluring
blankness-sphere.
Here endeth
my limniscate message
of rivalistic
self-demonishment.

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