My thoughts are torn from my
Throat faster than my pummeling
Chest can punish me for breathing
Yet another word of poison.
Let me drown in the screams, pushed
In the waves of energy, static
Dying on lips of rising eyes and banished
Embraces, angels climbing over daemons.
So much anger, it is all in beautiful
Madness, let the dasies flee in rippling
Symphony with ripped petals bleeding
Out upon the ground of new birth.
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