Nevermore

A raw complexion of faceless intensity
Pauses commencing into intricate delicacies
Darkened fathoms to encompass and discourage
This is no walk through the woods
Nor was I born a virgin
A keeper of my own words I am
My own thoughts do disembowel my essence
Sometimes seeking that stalwart paradigm
Only to signify my insignificance
To further demean my mass hysteria
Yes, a raw complexion of faceless intensity I have become
I have falsified and willed my pith to turmoil
To the meaning of my existence
Now taken to somber acts so meaningless
Yet delightful
They will pass, though, as will I
Into my forbidden past
Haunted amongst the ruins I have committed
Yet I live and for now want to live
As I hold my self-made being
Much like I hold the pen I bare as my refuge,
My Nao . . . no, nevermore
Fuck no, nevermore


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