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By flamy at 10/18/2008 - 17:58
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This cursed inertia:
embittered and encumbered.
Manacled by the malice of fantasia.
Chains of solid lumber.
Logic implodes.
Reason teases from beyond
the cracked terra firma.
The crevasse – an autoimmune divide
between intellectual perception
and emotional conception
Supposedly quarantines the other side
from the plague of maudlin deception.
Inside the woken mind
One more broken thought
Takes a token breath
Unto the unspoken nought.
The arrhythmia of fear forages
for the stimulus beyond reach
To break the cycle of sabotage
And prepare to leap over the breach
Weak, weak, weak are the legs of motivation.
Bleak, bleak, bleak are the chances of liberation.
Plummet
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into the deep recesses
of unnecessary cerebration.
Withering under the wicked gaze of Phobos
defecate delirium
A slithering Ouroboros -
Spiraling down and down.
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Sorrito. A little too effin stressed out.