within these lines, i have vanished. i am neither the person i once was nor am i myself as of now. the person lying between these thickening words called be called a worsening monster. i am neither time nor culture. i am not a scientist or a psychiatrist. i'm just an unknown hidden inside the void of these lost souls of fragile fragments hidden within my mind. my mind is the depths of this realm, my sanctuary of heaven and hell; light and darkness.
there is a spotless and empty throne room and not one resides in it. it is decorated in age stone and torn tapestries. these empty halls are filled with cheap wine and cracked vases. there are used cigars and shredded papers thrown about. this is my palace, rejoice in it now, before it soon burns down.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryyou're doing grand, love. now follow me, just a little ounce and we will be free.
