Can I delve in, if I have not immersed myself below
humanities sweeping tide?
How can I fear, evoke thought, create outlet
patterns of woe, if I am not involved
in the despair? I do not wish for
saddened, mellow vibes and a
billowing cry for help, though
somehow, I must agree that the
silky cloak from the devil does feel productive,
on this skin.
I do not want to lose this, though I am sure
my mind will bring me back here.
Not all who wander, are lost
I've heard.
(a bat flies over me, harnessed
in dark connotations, does he feel,
as I do, the burden of force? the
retched imagery attached to our species?)
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