Blindsides

A collage' of evils, the appropriate description for this beings soul.
Pestilence of the mind, the only realm in which it exists,
knowing this brings only agony.
An emotional eclipse greeting its own with open arms,
the temptation always too much to resist
Denial of the presentiment it feels,
as it wanders it's own dreaded heath,
irrefutable gloom permeates so completely any lucid moments,
leaving it with the nightmare of the twisted and carious.
Acrimonious thoughts assess what is real,
the fate of delusion blindsides all hope,
All leeway forestalled from the arising stigma.
Miasma cares not for the inequity of it's actions,
leaving a skein of fears hewn into any bravura shown.
Will this self vendetta ever end?

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