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Aug 12
Sailors Curse
Oh gracious night
Light my path
By moonbeams and sad sights.
Grant me the death's sweet kiss
So I may find relief
From the manic moon
That blisters my blood
And summons the depraved demon
Whose words turn everything to venom
And turns my eyes into black holes incapable of seeing the light.
Hark!
The only lights i see are infernos that are my friends and foes alike who spread hurt through their need to survive.
The abomination ravages my skin and turns me black.
The sweet kiss of death?
I know not what I say
for with her fangs
she dripped honeyed acid into my world.
Her candy coated words slithered under my skin and sunk into my unsuspecting mind.
Ive seen another corrupted by the acid until he withered away.
And yet her offer holds my thoughts like a siren song.
I am cursed with a temperament as mercurial as the weather.
And a soul as dark as the ocean's depths.
I am foresaken.
I am lost.
I long to be found.
Yet a hopeless dreamer I am not.
The stars have fallen from my eyes.
In the dusk I wait for the monster to wake.
#bipolar
#depression
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