All the fucked up things trap &
punish me I cannot explain my problem.
Kill my hopeless life I cannot be
hypnotized. You owe me.
Push aside the veil to welcome in the
visitors.
Eyes like halogen illuminate the soma
peering out of spherical night mask.
Paleolithic subconscious icons lumber
through dreamscape archetype of archangel.
Terror and hubris - infants painted
gauze peer through murky jars; soon I'm wearing the skin of the morning star.
Green locks my name fills an empty
banner. Frank, what have you gotten me into now?
I am not afraid to speak my heart
& mind it cannot be saved sell me over.
Fuck your hopeless world, I am
blacker than the sun.
Tragedy. Have you seen the speedy,
yes?
Bleeds through the sleep onto the
page. I'm sailin'...
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