#osedax
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1.
*The wave of morality ends where the
sands of conscience begin
The weight of thy pleasures ebb within
Thou left for a jubilant spring vacation
I ventured for a new sensation
Deep in those doleful dens
I a pig, wallowed in a sty of sins
Each pleasure a fledgling albatross
Each chance a tiger to satiate
Each night a new place dossed
down depravity
A new threshold crossed
strong winds to the frozen lake of
treachery
Now my skull has been hollowed out
by fatten maggots of the conscience*
2.
A cynic once said
"One goes to bed early because they have so little to think about"
*I haven't slept
the echos have kept
my eyes have wept
Now I wade in that low tide with boots of iron
How far do I walk
One more step to feel relief
How far do I sink*
A bloated corpse decorating coral reef
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC