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May 2017
Tired of listening
A scream couldn't penetrate my eardrums
Energized to escape
A whisper to myself is all I can take

As I walk down the hallway
The winding route that leads to the end of the suffering
For some reason I no longer feel okay
As I rush back to the embrace of her
The one who continuously murders

As I turn back down the hallway
It becomes dimmer with every step
The red carpet lining the ground that was leading to the right and the sane
Turns into blood colored fabric leading to the fights and the pain

I have finite lives
As each is erased, another gray hair grows upon my face
The stress of every day life in this place
Cupid's arrows have everlasting poisonous taste

As she walks through the main door of the atrium
The room that keeps controlling me
Her face is possessed with a repulsive grim grin
As if we were competing, and all she ever did was win

She has almost owned me
But through my blurry vision I can see that hallway
One last chance to escape and be free
To the beautiful future that I dream and foresee

As she gets distracted in the kitchen
Where she cooks up another recipe ridden
With synthetic food that strips everything the heart has given
I am presented the opportunity to escape this life in my own prison

I make a run for the hallway, that glowing passage is all I can see
And as I stumble so frantically
The sheer panic collapses me to my knees
But then I see a light that personifies a future happy version of me

In the middle of this daydream
That is a vibrant blissful epiphany
I turn to see her chasing me so desperately
The fraction of gold left in my heart boosts me to a speed that she can never supersede
I finally leave

I left her looking so ugly and deathly
And buried her away in my past indefinitely
Never allowing her to rise from her grave
And never again dictate how I behave
I feel like a new human being
I feel like a human being.
The woman in this poem reflects the type of feelings that are negative, often false, and control the emotions of those with golden hearts. Every time one let's these thoughts invade, the golden heart slowly corrodes until it is nothing but a damaged mineral. Can one escape this deathly process?
Euphoria Avenue
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Euphoria Avenue
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