Juxtaposed, and torn asunder
Meticulously, I wormed onward
Slogging forth, advancing nowhere
Through the desiccate abyss
Loitering
Idled here
Shrug, gasp, sigh
Another doorway
"Fuck this shit, my path is North-ways!"
Yet, against my will
my feet turned South
Still dwelling here
Brooding doubts
Egotism, mysticism
In the gloom
The one-true vision
Lateralized before mine eyes
Hark, Lo!
Bundle up, dear childer
I feel another bitter winter
Curdling within my bones
The carillon's requiem
Long-lost tomes
Extrapolate the yearning soul
Yet, another verbose excuse
Just live your life
Time will soothe
But still, we can't let go of those grudges
Slanders, slights, and up-and-comers
Challengers who beat us down
Put up your dukes
I'm older now
The phantasmagoria dissolves before me
Like frayed and fractured pictures of my youth
Yet the reveries stripped from mine eyes
Such relief, such privilege
Such dissolute
All fades to ubiquitous blackness
I slink into my cell
Death was once a doorway
The reality is Hell
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