Vision Ghost Poems

Step and tread and be, within a world of disintegration
To fathom the politicians, that led us to this devastation
Far be this, the future now, of a battered planet of black
Destroyed unto the very existence, of mankind’s stack
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From a conjured thought, is fathomed and forgotten
Diminishing rust, of a partial intrigue be begotten
Crimson wine sways sweetly, across a full body
Relishing of these passions, for that of an eternity
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This exhaustion that befalls me, as all I can think of is her
Why did this invoking come, to such an emotion to occur
In a state of conflict, struggling from the heart to the mind
Wishing destiny to set me free, from a struggle so unkind
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As I am sleeping, and I fall into ethereal plains
Away from the reality, of this worlds daily pains
A fair voice upon the air, captivates the senses
Somewhere within this field, steps precedence’s
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Back to the world, against a tree as the sun bakes my face
So entwined in amongst life’s great sugar, and silver lace
Digging deeper to open this up, afraid to get so entangled
And there’s a pressure that feels like, I am being strangled
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Opening to an activated city, of everyday humanity
Voyaging to a place, as everyone now has a journey
A place to go and such a piece, of reality to live for
Congregated but don’t say anything, due to social law
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Are you running, can you not getaway from them?
Inside the soul, inside the heart, choking the phlegm
From the disgust of the maggots, rippling under skin
Can you hear their screaming, in nightmares so akin?
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I know that you are there, though I simply cannot see you
Why did you have to go away, taking your, heart, love so true
How did I get to this moment? When I sleep upon my tears
A bed of thorns without the roses, your arms, to chase the fears
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Stand before this ocean, on a cliff face of probabilities
The breeze against my face, the expanse of many seas
Tip my brow to the air, and take a step from this place
Fall just a moment, before flight catches upward grace
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Stand in this arena without an audience
Feel the cold that lifts my skins intolerance
I feel its hands wrap and caress my body
My head thrown back as it pulls me slowly
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