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Immaculate High
"As my mind slips away I begin
to see the shadows dancing under
the moonlight.
I join in the dance that will set this
night on fire, evoke the dead, and
speak to them my worries and
discontents.
The dead are silent and only nod
their head. At least they listen by
reading between the lines of the
words I speak off.
To some I may be crazy, even
delusional. I do hear voices at
times having conversations about
me, usually the time sleep sets sail
as I fail to dream.
The boat slowly rows down the
river Styx, home is to the horizon,
Xibalba I'm coming to you.
As I slip in and out of conscious a
panoramic view of my life flashes
before me like an 8mm movie
playing on the wall.
Silence in heavy enough to feel the
weight consuming my sanity into
insanity, my insane asylum are my
thoughts tormenting me, alone I
break and take a life away, mine!
Obscured vision now becomes an
owls sight, guiding thru the dark
with ease slithering in between
thighs that bleed, and birth canals
that reek of pestilence and decay.
Moloch, your name is praise in
darkness, light of a pagan, orgies
are demonic spawns with
mermaids; women of the night.
As I slip back to reality, I'm
sadden because I rather be dead
then to carry a heart with no love
in a life full of sin and misery.
Yet the night is still young by three
in the morning Hells gates open and
breaks lose upon the city, many will
die; some will kill themselves, the
rest upon the hands of others.
Finding clarity means selling your
soul.
I'm back where I started from, feels l
ike I never left. Excuse while I reload
the moments again and burning them
into the night.
Consuming an Immaculate High!!
