Whisper these demons race
Through daggers that vacate
In spaces traveling through
Tumbled odysseys of illusion

No voices offered
That deals reminders
Ripping deep and slow
Making spectrums abstract

Where patterns are rich
With anger, scraping
Incisions with pulsating
Wounds across its horizon
That edges in time
-Fin-

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Long thoughts collapse
Into an oblivious chasm
That slowly deepens
While sorrow drops
Into an abyssal trench

Layers surrounding
Beliefs and ideas grasp
For its knowledge
That spouts into ripples
Of fragmented waters

Laying calmly seeking
Droplets of rekindled
Seasons in spacious
Realms quaking through
Slumbers’ wrath in turmoil
-Fin-

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Convoluted responses
That lift boundaries
Into the misery kept
Which slices through its
Detoured silence of sorrow

Shattered forms lingers
Upon shelved combinations
Reaching deeply into
Abyssal trenches crying
Out and being fractured

Breaking in fragmented worry
As jostling materials
Sees its whining existence
No longer cradles
In a frozen diagnosis

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Lost in struggling
To surrender hope
Making those corrupted
Racist liars pay dearly
For their caustic hate

Saving those marred
Living under deceptions
Where white leads
Its violence that
Punishes innocent lives

Along with bullshit
Excuses to continue
Their killing while
Others cry out on deaf ears
Weeping in silence

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Imagination creates
Visuals distortions where
Hope leans into a lighten
Abyss of watered corridors
In convoluted illusions

Concepts speak their
Abstract designs where
Hidden voices its silhouettes
That speak of perceptive gravity
Covered in emotional truths

Visions sparkle in draped
Materials which storm
Through in colorful streams
Never witnessing the lines
Of fragmented shadows

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Loneliness crawls out
Masking changes through
A gambit of emotions
In oblique stances
Creating its fervor

Crumbling waking
Moments happening
Daily where silhouettes
Break in fragmented
Skies deleting its cause

Insomnia cries out
In virtual shadows
As whispers cradles
The lack of sincerity
Coming in masses

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Voices continue to
Whisper their silences
Of damaging fragments
Wandering deep inside
Through hidden detours

Encountered desires
Are quieted while struggles
In screamed notions such
Coverings are an abyssal
Line of watered themes

Much clamoring rings
Out with confusion
That quenches its thirst
For replications which
Tumbles a jagged ending

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Marching along a
Divided loop taking
Series of passing
Journeys that dabble
In seasoned woes

The stroll climbs
Over in marked
Travels seeking
Unknown places
To rest upon

Quietly searching
Deep in ones thoughts
Shouts briefly into
An oblivious end pacing
Each vision of truth

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CortanaLain aka XELain

CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.

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