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swept up under the wings, a sheltering from your fatalistic weltschmerz

ingesting pre-owned aches and impertinent heartbreaks,

hatred curls in the bloodstream like ribbons,

molten rage exceeds boiling points,

blistering tears burn your eyes bloodshot.

the illusion of love takes on many disguises and facades;

sometimes it's selfishness hidden in the act of selflessness.

don't let the dry rot neglect reach your heart.

frequenting chambered corridors,

floating through life half asleep, dreaming up a reality

slurred reverberations imitate drunken priestess speech

I shout back amen as a lantern through the obsidian veil

I'd set cathedral walls aflame in hope that the darkness you feel doesn't engulf you

auditioning for space in your mind...

god willing, I'll end up with a broken leg or two.