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Jan 2018
Let me return you to childhood trauma
To monsters and terrors that crept in the shadows  
To growing so old all alone in this homeless
Expanse wilderness of a withering world
To the waking eye comas of numb nevermore
And the bumps in the nightmares you’ve dreamt of before
To the distancing shore where your hope is uncharted
In long, buried chests of cathartic departed
Delusions of love and emotional anything
Silenced and blinded and deafened by everything
Crashing and burning in dead expectations
And gun blasts of nuclear war trepidations
Relinquished to those who command me with skill
As they sow my dominion’s tyrannical will

I devour potential
The pop to your pill
I will **** and grow fat
On your deepest desires
Your secrets are mine
And I know a few buyers
The cold in your spine
Is my warm insulation
Where you see a failed state
I see a great nation
And now in the pensive impermanent pulse
Of your final days fading, do I now reveal
That my true name is fear
And I wish I was real
Michael Marchese
Written by
Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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