Taunt at my inner psyche,

contemplate deeply soul wisely,

left particles scattered for the wind to grasp kindly....

Mine ashes lay still bury well beneath

earth sprawled across eyes sheen –

Tough distinguishing cause to constant fathom,

while a world dribbled of horribleness.... Ye can sing their anthem;

Dost thou justly rest?

Disembodied voices call out possessed,

hands bloody of a hundred underneath those cozy sheets?

Fables splash bright from the strangest face,

whatever vowels thy can spray,

no worth strangling mine own blamable name,

won't shake abundant enforced base,

bet.... mon* hearts devotion eradicated thyself by any means –

Ashes still simmer....

Rooted knowledge stays cradled bitter,

Fire hasn't yet blown out,

Listen as cinching voice storms loud,

Spectacle infliction to be eventually seen.

*French for my.

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