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Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
Sweet smell of cyanide
Into my nares
Death flows freely
Around in the air
Hurled into space
Somewhere out there
Feelings removed
Sensory obscured
Carcass aroused
Comatose no more
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
How can you overcome the past,
Patch yourself up and return to life
Reborn each dawn
Can you hold my attention?
For how long?
My gaze forever adrift.
Peaceful
Confused by,
Living,
Dreaming,
Sensing.
A prisoner to yourself
In more ways than we understand.
*******.
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
Life energy
Forever a flow
Do you see that?
Right there,
A glow
Have no fear,
We are here.
Together as one
Three armed beast.
Embraced by shadows
Tentacled appendages
Fractaling  in
forever outwards.
Subconscious in the air
While Devils and Divas
Dance out of my head
Petrified by the dark and unknown
Tall cloaked figures
Round fat men
Nixon grins
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
Inching along
Creepier than hell
Closer, closer
Writhing with agony
When will it end?
All action ceased...
Finally, peace
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
Great flood vandal
Pillager of awareness
Refuse to let go
Washed away
**Cleansed
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
Reminiscent smell
It took hold so quick
Exhale
Twisting  turbulence threatening existence
Pealing back
Seeing though the vale
Mangled foreign words in my ear
They too feel it.
Turning
Those poor pitiful particles
******* skirmishing.
Don't close the book
Creatures all round
Faces?
Was I one of them?
Are they me?
Is that you?
Are you, you?
I am me,
am I you?
Are you me?
Dose it matter?
The end is near.
Fear.
Because the end is near?
Or because it's near the end?
Acceptance
Protruding brass sculpture, little black rectangle.
Have the voices stopped?
Silence.
What now?
Blurred vision
Boxes, boxes, boxes with dots.
Sweaty , running around.
Alone...
Where are they?
Living? Dying?
Exhausted.
Nathan Vienneau Dec 2012
It comes and goes like the fullness of the moon
The radiating darkness of night
The blinding brightness of the day
That sick, sick stench of death and decay
From the ground it sprouts, spits, twists and turns
Ever changing
Never pleased with the way it is
That sweet breeze of gentle air
Pushes it away
The piercing laugh of another lost soul
Struggling to find a place to rest her mind
Churning down the rocky river
Bashing off the roots of half submerged trees
Lost lost lost
Disoriented by time
Up is down
Left is right
Right is up and down.
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