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It hurts it bleeds it cries it needs
The piercing screams of shattered dreams
The beast within he starts to sin
My skin too tight I start to bite
I tear my flesh my chains
Of anxiety and duality
I cannot cope I start to choke
Anthropophagy of self Insanity unbound
My thoughts converge with a mental surge
I scream and laugh as my clarity is purged
Skull splitting I'm spitting and breaking my bones
I am changing rearranging and starting to grow
Spew forth the filth from aching wounds
As I emerge from my skin cocoon
The piercing screams of shattered dreams
The beast within he starts to sin
My skin too tight I start to bite
I tear my flesh my chains
Of anxiety and duality
I cannot cope I start to choke
Anthropophagy of self Insanity unbound
My thoughts converge with a mental surge
I scream and laugh as my clarity is purged
Skull splitting I'm spitting and breaking my bones
I am changing rearranging and starting to grow
Spew forth the filth from aching wounds
As I emerge from my skin cocoon
Literature
Book With No End
Our dialogue is like a book with no end
Pages without numbers a writers friend
The ink in my pen will never run dry
My mind feeding me a constant flow
Visions brought forward places unknown
Emotions explored from crevices below
Delight in the stories and places I see
Together a partnership - perfect harmony
Each turn of our page a newly created phrase
A dance within the sphere of heart and mind
Just like ribbons coloured and intertwined
Our dialogue is but what gives me light
Literature
My Cave-in
in the back of my mind
locked deep inside
my sharpened flaws claw
deep furrows carved in cave walls
pictographs of pain
scream tribute to a has-been beast
who drips acid from her broken teeth
fangs that shattered upon the altar of life
a life without strife
where the only agony lies in the boredom
the repetition
is this happiness?
sometimes I miss my beast
crack the door and take a peek
just to glimpse the animal beauty
the intricate cruelty
woven into a singular, sinuous, sinister savage
it lays dormant in a dark winter
my hibernating inhumanity
Literature
2 Sentence Story
It was a dark and stormy night.
The Earth cradled itself in blankets of black clouds, awaiting its end.
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I really like the rhythm!