Albert Witz Poems

Dear silence, old friend of mine
ambiguity stricken doubt plaguing any inner sanctum
clinging to thoughts unspoken, wrought with insecurity
I bring no false duplicity, eternally bullied down by psychotic fits of misery
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Contemplation,
I wish to
Follow the temptation
Suicidal damnation
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I swear, I'm steel
Hard and strong,
But I'm not stainless,
All of you leave your marks
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The unreliable appearance of an angel.
Wings white in the wind.
A golden ring rests atop your rusted horns.
The beauty you radiate, must be from below.
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The world Is spinning inside my head
Time knows no boundaries
The flow and order cease
This universe, I created
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Some people think of me as a minor,
Major amounts of thoughts
Feed the inner most parts of my heart.
A loss of self, significant in theory, living my boring life so dreary.
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Words, words can be so diminutive, yet knock you out.
Words can make a blind man see, words can create or destroy a world.
The power lies in meaning, cynical as it is, the power varies.
Nothing is concrete, love is a lie, fabrications of a faberge life.
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The truth is unreal.
I know not what Im thinking.
Only where my thoughts lie.
These objects don't exist.
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Me myself and I.
Everybody has to die.
No human can become complete until death is accepted.
Your heart, your soul, your whole being, finally fine with ceasing to be.
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I'm a sweet talker.
Born this way, a Stalker.
A never ending cycle of systematic psychosis.
I was raised to be an idol, I never wanted to worship.
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