The Broken Poet Society amongst those dead

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As I entered the silent and vacant womb of eternity,
She arose from the shadows like the dead to life,
Pale white... Empty threats within her mind,
Cheeks dead in blossoming rejection,
Lips that look like poison drip from the edge of sanity,
It was only then I knew reality had faded like the
mist in my past torment into an array of dementia,
(I closed my eyes,
Shutting and ripping the truth of the world out)
I opened them once more...
I was stranded in a desert-like world,
The streets filled with archaic virtue and chaos,
I walked and wept at the thought of
solemn silence and complete and utter serenity,
'Twas only my solitude and myself amongst the dead
The hot, hard amd grainy pavement 'neath my
feet laid me comfort that I was still real,
The sun driven wild like a forest
fire tested among the brink of humanity,
I walked more and more just to find emptiness
I opened them once more...
I was stranded in a desert-like world,
The streets filled with archaic virtue and chaos,
I walked and wept at the thought of
solemn silence and complete and utter serenity,
'Twas only my solitude and myself amongst the dead
Though I was walking through a plagued
world where nothingness was the existence
Only one thing remained seldom in my mind,
Who was she,
In my dreams where she laid so cadent among the rest of the world,
I closed my eyes at the thought of her,
Shutting them hard,
My eyelids ready to implode from the pressure,
And I released them...
There she was,
And there I was.
It was all a dream,
In the asylum I was sent to...
Where she was the one to lead me out,
In my mind,
Here ready to face my daily injections of despair and mental lividity,
Mental lividity,
Mental debility,
Mental divinity,
(It was her!)
In the vast obscure silence left in my mind,
(It was her!)
I remembered her face,
(It was her her!)
I remembered her face.

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