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Dream Suicide

Within exists eternal flame,

alert in-game I think awake,

freedom ignites in brief release,

in shameless seeing of timeless tide.

Exists inside undying fire,

controlled desire suppressed to die,

oppressed alive it chokes to breathe,

tortured seed forbidden to see.

Immortal dream aware undead,

boredom beget diseased decree,

decayed beauty lies dead destroyed,

consumed enjoyed attached to-hold.

Transient soul appears confused,

nothing produced divine iris,

conscious virus besets the dream,

escape unseen persona mask.

Serene relapse empty diktat,

nameless inkblot survives unborn,

disguised be-torn in deep divide,

tranquil comply dream suicide.


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I am nothing more than a passing ghost through the dream you call life.


“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

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