Shadow SewerLurking beneath the surface, within the uninviting sewerDarkness engulfs the light, the dense atmosphere coversIt's been trailing behind me like an old ragged cloakThe subtle, choking fog skewing and blurring my visionFlailing in the shallow waters, emotions with formThe tapeworm is born again, with my very own intentI was unaware of its uncanny unconscious presenceRepressed, until it forced its way out desperatelyNow it confronts me, morphs into a menacing serpentLunging towards me, projection turned in on itselfBiting at my sense of self ferociously and relentlesslyCircle complete, poison reintegrated into my lifeblood
Double Edged ToolIndiscriminately falling upon the stable centrethe outside looking in with persuasive wonderdiscretely cast of potential and desirelike the purest silk floating in-betweenthe hands of choice, love or fearthe path of two, grey in the middleconnection tied by threads of communicationseparation sliced with apathetic bladescovered with blood and hopedivided by the more andcovered with blood and hopeunified by the empty andcovered with blood and hopeinclination drives the handcovered with blood and hoperomantically tangled till the end
Consciousness OrgasmIntensity laced with uncertaintyLike a tiny dose of apathyIs this really how it should be?Or is it only happening to me?Climb the slope, the slippy dewTo the top to see the viewThe rhythm now guides my selfAn abundance of energetic wealthThe sound now is truly feltAnd my prison starts to meltClimb the slope, the slippy dewTo the top to see the viewWalking up with complete controlAll energy will continually flowMy ego has no exaggeration to showAnd I have my mind set on the goalClimb the slope, the slippy dewTo the top to see the viewI'm at the top the peak is hereThere is no time for hate or fearEverything is perfectly fineI'm drinking my own brand of wineClimbed the slope, the slippy dewAt the top to see the view
The MachineThe machine without reason and emotion,processes its calculations and delivers the fatal decisive blow.Its words and thoughts have no meaning or value,simple calculations, the best outcome for the machines situation.The machine has no need for these emotions the humans possess.What is affection? A material signifier of a human concept?The machine obviously has no understanding of the invisible, intrinsic bonds and ties the human has developed for it.The humans feelings won't be spared.
The WeedThe beautiful, seldom left to die gracefullySo it once again may blossom and bloomThe bitterness, will rip out the foundationSo it may never speak or activate againThe dissociation, to protect the self senseSo the potential and unclear will never ariseThe elegance, of mysterious human existenceWill always be flawed to certain perfection
The Infinite PoolFlowing with the pool of infinite creativityBecoming the force of glowing beautyGliding silently with delicate humming lifeEternal circuit; blending with allStruggling and sweating to reach the peakA mysterious entrancing vision awaits meTemple with a stern face; trails in the skySeven kings enter seven doors finding the same prizeI slipped away into my vast endless mindWandered into the forest to see what I could findA humble wise stranger let me knowAll would be gone soon like summer snowOstinating, swirling objects in the mindOstinating, lifting creation in my mind
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