psychedelic
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Currents wild, flowing
Rapture unfolds.
Heart is bending, gliding,
Soaring with endless wonder and flight.
Walk in these footsteps
A step out.
A storm in.
A single drop of blood.
One of them, will win.Thundering blasts.
Compulsive fasts.
Murmurs inside.
The skin, opened wide. Sex, oh no, agony and hatefuck,
subtle, subtle, subtle,
the only word that helps.
because last year was only four hours ago
and four hours ago is only a decade away from now
and all I can imagine is two decades ahead
Is it
to fall
in a chasm
An abyss
of despair,
To view the
horrifying
images of
eternity?
To wake up
From a coma
And feel the urgency
Let's go home and spill some drinks And then see what the good Lord thiinks This is a poem about a man in my head He put up a fight but now he's dead
