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Post-Midnight Rituals

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The scars on my wrist
Show battles that I’ve lost
The agony that I’ve suffered
Paying the highest cost

Trading my inner peace
For something quite insane
A demon I can’t control
All that struggle in vain

When I lie on my empty bed
With darkness as my blanket
I let myself drown again
With anchors as my anklet

A downward spiral deeper
With every passing breath
Another endless black hole
Another night to forget

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Millennial

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Nitpicking tiny flaws
Like freckles on my chin
An unfaltering pause
Just before I begin

When I begin to count
The imperfections in me
I lose track of time
With satire all ready

I flip the frame to see
The other side of the picture
But my tainted glasses cause
My perception to be fractured

I push myself around
Between self love and hate
Another feeble attempt
To keep this curse abate

I know I do not suffer
Alone in my despair
Thus know after it all
I am here, and I still care.

Palpitations

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My rusty ribcage is a coffin
Lathered walls, painted poison
Chained tight for suffocation
Grasped by the mortification.

It is my plea, abandon me not
To be left alone, lost in thought
I am drying up in this drought
Strangled, entangled in distraught.

Ivy, vines, snakes, and weeds
These roots under my skin creep
Carving gnawing gashes deep
Tides that never go to sleep

Flesh and Bones

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The empty space between my bones
The echoing rattles of hollow stones
The harrowing abyss of a hole in space
The blankness of a canvas sprawling my face
The seduction of melancholy on my skin
The blood in my veins infected with sin
The shackling muscles wringing my heart
The pushing, the pumping, the stop, the start
The verdict is final, the damnation eternal
The fallacy of a mortal; a tale infernal
The screams of agony fall silent like a mime
The battle of toil, a raging tide against time
The play begins with shrill of a piercing cry
The cry never leaves until the day you die

Prioress

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Give me some time
Give me some space

Take me to a place

Where I won’t be asked
The tedious task

(A sigh, alas!)

Of rituals
Of prayers

By righteous sayers

Of pious deeds
Of noble needs

Underlying greeds

Pursuing what I cannot
Unforgiving when I forgot

To offer specific alms
To quell certain qualms

Shame
The sin to beautify

Blame
Till the day you die

Follow and obey
As they say

Dare not dismay!

Look pretty
Act petty

It’s all a game of pawns

Play dirty
Look sturdy

Until you are bygones

Mortals

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Flashing blurry faces
one, two, and three
Tiptoed, scurried paces
thinking that we’re free

Street lights are fading
down a flashing sea
Paranoia raiding
so we can’t believe

Betting like horses on
humans of the streets
Weighing down moments
counting to sixty

Birthday cake candles
flicker eternity
Blown out a lifetime
pursuing sanity

Mumble, bumble, jumble
like a busy bee
Set ourselves on fire
just so we can breath

The Guessing Game

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Caught up
In the middle
Hanging by a thread
The coexisting
Possibility
of being alive and dead

I woke up
a lost soul
burdened with such dread
Wishing
not to feel,
and being numb instead

Patience
makes me weary
enough I have bled
For the many
loveless days
I have torturously led

Silence
screaming echoes
of all the things unsaid
Assumptions
of right and wrong;
poison tears I shed

I am
Schrödinger’s cat
a demon in your head
The clock ticking
to decide
Will I be alive or dead?