Acidosis
3/24/09
The echoes of a thousand overlapping phantoms escaping their prisons to demonstrate purity
They blend in such a harmonious agony, a never-ending exhaust of breath, till the last one is left in solitude’s yawn
The dying within, trauma without, un-exemplary conditioning to coat the lining of deterioration
Within, the daemons arise to take jurisdiction of the corpse that holds no power
Tempered to salivate, stipulated undoing of perfection, only to test the admiration of quality cravings
Reverse the pangs, which hunt the vigor once required to endure the constant rotation
Is the altitude’s amplitude adequate for shifts of mending years your disintegration?
Alas the weapons of inferiority affix themselves like parasitic barbs, alluring the acidic squander
Oxygen deprivation exudes no hope to replenish… drowning in identity fashioned for demise
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