Category : Poems

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When life was Supreme or so it seemed,
Everyday gleamed instead of grieve,
Everyone pleased and never was in need,
Nothing unclean instead of filthy hygiene,
Something giggled in wait within the smokescreen.

A perilous journey stemming from harmless worries,
The drifting from a guided path, 
has more than set me back,
My emotional inventory was depleted by the panic of controversy,
I've become lost within the black,
unable to counterattack. 

All my life sitting alone inside my head,
Without a response or a place to call my bed,
Only shifting realities when I sleep looking ahead,
Falling behind when I think of how I've been misled,
For the voice is one of two covered in doubts lead,
Never an answer to questions, 
I'm introspective to beg,
Arguing with tainted truths of the Bemused lies said.

For the conscience I say you don't need to bother,
Never another to guide me, 
but with the unfounded father,
To the depths of hell,
I cry out for more pain to be soldered, 
A familiar place in disgrace to remember the torment I've pondered.

Dying inside brought me the forever darkened night, 
Suffering with broken wings to take my insidious flight,
I'm lifted by Betrayal to new hellish heights,
Lost within drifting to sin as my birthright,
Never to think of how this became my plight.

Rising to be Supreme above all of the Inhumanity,
My soul now ebony is the cancer spread inside of me,
Contempt with horrific loss and surrounded by vanity,
Giving in to the sin, 
this is how I've managed to hold onto my unholy sanity,
For the mistress in disguised distress,
claimed to be one with christianity.