Fruity's Fireworks
Seville
Insomnia
Purification
Purgatory
Child of Charon
Suspended Animation
Lost
Seville
A bed of crushed orange
leaves stain the
night with tart,
intoxicating
aromas of sunshine
long departed.
Lingering only in the
warmth radiating
out
from the trails
his fingers
follow.
He bites into the fruit
tearing skin and
flesh.
Flesh that bleeds
spilling a sunset
of sweetness across
the pale.
Shadowed only by
passion.
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Insomnia
Pursued by insatiable tiredness
that drives me to lethargy.
I am drowning in ambivalence.
I crave oblivion.
As if sleep, protracted sleep
could cure my malaise.
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Purification
A sacrifice of blood.
A cut, a slash,
a measured flow of devils.
An ephemeral release
of the tortured spirits
that inhabit my soul.
A fleeting glimpse
of a better life.
Freedom.
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Purgatory
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I do not eat,
I do not care.
I cannot breathe,
there is no air.
There is no air,
there is no hope.
I cannot breathe,
I cannot cope.
I cannot cope,
I cannot sleep.
There is no air,
I've gone too deep.
I've gone too deep,
there is no path.
I cannot breathe,
I do not laugh.
I do not laugh,
I do not smile.
There is no air,
I taste the bile.
I taste the bile,
I want to end.
I cannot breathe,
I cannot mend.
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Child of Charon
I dream of the dark.
The shadows,
the abyss.
The edges
which I stand upon,
and push against
and lean toward.
A morbid fascination
with the depths
that call my name.
The sirens speak
with honeyed tongues.
Can I close my ears?
The sticky strands
draw me into the web.
Can I free my limbs to move?
The more I listen
and believe.
The less I want
to move and run.
I gaze into the darkness
and the darkness gazes back.