Abraxas Poem by Latasha LeeAnn Hall

Empty rotting carcass am I.
Am I worthy? Should I die?
Exhausted, aged, suffocated;
Cicular and all of these related.

The diversity of me is so strong.
I am insane, but how is this wrong?
Overcautious, beaten by the noise.
My purity and strength their favorite toys.

Go ahead and blame me for my insanity
When the fault is their's in the reality.
In the realm of their asphyxiating presence.
Annihilating every single bit of my essence.

No one understands the fragile state I'm in.
No one can fathom the struggle within.
I am the walking dead; Efface the enemy.
Partake of the blood; Scrutinize the calamity.

Obliged by the arsenal that holds you all back.
I liquidate the impetus that turns our souls black.
Disintegration; my sanity withering away.
Your sadistic machination must be delayed.
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Finished today: 10-26-2009