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With wickedness for comfort she walks alone through the cities streets. She has a heightened awareness of everything around her and yet she thinks of nothing. Her mind feels lucid; it could move anywhere. No longer contained by her skull it can permeate every fragment of her surroundings. She feels His presence; The Devil is walking by her side. Stretching out her arm and taking His hand in hers she interlocks their fingers. She looks down to her hands and with loving attentiveness absorbs the beauty of the dark crimson glistening. She raises her hands to her face and inhales. The sent of blood rushes down her throat and floods her lungs se

Nestled deep inside of me, an injured falcon sleeps. Its wings all mangled, torn, and broken as it dreams of azure skies. Memories of soaring high amongst the clouds that slowly skate above a landscape lush and green, and mountain peaks that touch the face of heaven. So easily it caught the winds that now caress the stricken bird like mocking fingers brushing 'gainst this creature's shattered frame. The grounded beast awaits the day when wounds that torment disappear, allowing freedom once again to claim those lovely heights.

Drown my sorrows, in draughts of self loathing, I drink yet again from that blackened chalice. What things shall appear to poke me with their sharpened tongues, and gloat as I lose my footing again? Oh, sanity, where art thou? Conventional rhyming couplets, so far beyond my literary reach, they quite fail to justify my vile existence. Listen closely as I unveil a poisoned soul that festers like an open sore on rotting flesh. Spinning, spinning, spinning like a moth caught in a spider's web. Look well upon it, this, my testimonial, I raise my cup in salute to the demons that infest reality. What happens to a man who gazes