I carry the weight
Of a thousand drenched blankets
The darkest corners;
Despicable voids and vacuums
An emotional cess-pit
In which I slowly choke

Leering faces of grotesque imps;
Inner demons perpetually breeding
Feeding on the host;
Eating me alive
Oh, how I hate them all;
Stealing the breath from my very lungs

A thick smothering fog
Slithers all around me;
An embrace embedded with leeches
Somewhere deep inside a mind is present
Trapped and caged by its own evil
I behold the world through eyes long dead



Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 17:20

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