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dystonia 

in a flowering dystopia

where the wind blows

in any direction that will

bring about the most

discomfort to whomever should

find themself lost within

the craters and valleys

of the world filled with sin

black and decayed

no one escapes with their life

demons and hell spawn lurk

cut your throat with a knife

as the blood drips down

the blade and onto the floor

their cruel cackling laugh

comes to life with a roar

but hoping that’s the end

of your suffering is naive 

in this place you never die

you are granted no reprieve

to what hope will you cling

when you find yourself here

what savior will you bring

in your mind and to your heart near

no one can save you

lest they become trapped themselves

human devices are useless

and with them you’ll find no use

for deep within the darkness

there exists only one way to tear loose
deep within your own mind 

you will find this key

but until you are no longer blind 

it will remain a tear drop in the sea
to be free! to be free!

that is what all long to be

but how they are unwilling

to pay the price, accept it’s fee

Poetry

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