The insanity of a sleepless spree
Days & nights run into a blurring visage
A perpetual state of motion
Of disorientation & dissention
It leads us to voyage the little white lies
Deception at the height of my own self deprecating isolation
Passing through the eye of a needle
I tread lightly as I walk about this sacred realm, I feel the presence taking form
Selfish are the days I spent in the clutches of dark infamy
A passive regret as we are born again into the killing sea
Basic is the fall of my imagination
Pacing the back staircase of my mind
Claustrophia's presence is felt here too
I await the swift justice of the Divine
As passion feathers anger from my inky depths of despairity
Righteous piety springs forth from my indignation, I resolve to rest in silence
Lucidity is the child of my own resignation to the fact
That I am the beginning & the end
of the internal tribulations that plague me
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 6:45 PM UTC
The insanity of a sleepless spree
Days & nights run into a blurring visage
A perpetual state of motion
Of disorientation & dissention
It leads us to voyage the little white lies
Deception at the height of my own self deprecating isolation
Passing through the eye of a needle
I tread lightly as I walk about this sacred realm, I feel the presence taking form
Selfish are the days I spent in the clutches of dark infamy
A passive regret as we are born again into the killing sea
Basic is the fall of my imagination
Pacing the back staircase of my mind
Claustrophia's presence is felt here too
I await the swift justice of the Divine
As passion feathers anger from my inky depths of despairity
Righteous piety springs forth from my indignation, I resolve to rest in silence
Lucidity is the child of my own resignation to the fact
That I am the beginning & the end
of the internal tribulations that plague me
blackcatpoetry 2026
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