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Feel it slide into your veins.

Breathe.

Poison.

Release.

Toxic.

Spreading into a whirlwind.

Illusions.

Can't see.

Delusions.

Behaving so Godly.

Standing high above it all.

Damaged.

Mind slipping.

Broken.

Just needing more.

Tainted.

Unclean.

Mind.

Impure.

Coursing through the soul.

Washed up.

Never again.

Still not letting go.

Neverwas.

Reality.

Neverwere.

Truth.

Facing what is real.

Inhale.

Choke.

Exhale.

Expelling of self.

Dark.

Seeing a light.

Forever in grey.

Eyes always closed.

The pedestal you put yourself on,

is taller than those that surround.

Breaking through the clouds,

eyesight blurred looking towards the ground.



Putting on the role of a savior,

an angel that arises from the ash.

The self made pedestal your perfect perch,

to reach the masses within your grasp.



People look with a curious stare,

their morbid curiosity drawing them in.

Some are swayed by your convictions,

others not blinded to your sin.



Desire comes to spread your wings,

then realizing you have none.

Hastily you gather fallen feathers,

crafting a pair to fool simply anyone.



Your balance begins to teeter,

the self crated wings adding a weight.

Your body begins to shift,

awareness flashes of your fate.



Fear tearing apart your words,

as they flow out with a simple breath.

Mingling into nothing but a sound,

that falls around like death.



The pedestal comes crashing down,

false wings not helping you to fly.

The self made savior shown to be nothing more,

than a false idol in the sky.

I hear the rain falling.

The wind whispers your name

I imagine your essence around me.



I close my eyes and listen

It’s like I can hear you breathe

My eyes stay closed and I feel you standing next to me.



I know you’re always with me

No matter where I happen to go

I'll always feel you deep down into my very soul.



These moments will last forever

Even when I open my eyes.

You will always walk with me, within the falling rain.

Swollow the spoon full of lies,

chase them with deciet.

Let the sweetness flow,

who knew it could be so sweet.



Your character is flawed,

Your actions tell the tale.

You wallow in your woven fantasies,

spinning them quicker and quicker without fail.



Your existance is nothing more,

then choosing which game to play.

Which enemy to discredit,

or which innocent to throw into the fray.



Your glass house is in shambles,

the windows long since gone.

Yet you keep tossing stones,

they gather like memories on the lawn.



Your avarice must be tiring,

the frown rarely leaving your lips.

Do you ever really see,

the people disgusted by your inept quips.



The stature you crave is fruitless,

poison and glass tainting the bloom.

Alone you sit in your glass house,

the only company to be kept is darkness and gloom.

Holding reign over delusions,

Upon your head a pretentious crown.

The self-delusioned gather about,

their tainted worship holding no bounds.



They sing their songs so loud and clear,

Words and rhymes of a justly right.

Feet beating a stucco tattoo,

Chaotic twisting and movement into the night.



Their songs never waver,

Their dancing is always the same.

The easily swayed flow in,

Attracted like a moth to a flame.



Born out of illusions and ignorance,

battles spread throughout.

Their false sense of pride leading them,

they forge ahead without doubt.



Words taking place of the sharpest sword,

illusioned ego provides an impenetrable shield.

The self imposed importance has them convinced,

each and everyone should yield.



In this land of delusions,

only existing from a place of imagination.

A land holding nothing,

spun into existence by misrepresentation.



You'll never hold a scepter,

Your hands will always be bare.

Never will there be a real crown upon your head,

or will you even sit upon a royal chair.



Discard your illusions,

the land that you've made from lies.

Walk amongst reality,

remove the self woven wool from your eyes.

It's been so long since I've used this journal. Since 2012. I'm not sure what I will do with this profile after closing down Obscure. Perhaps I'll just use it for poetry and let it sit for awhile. It's above Sire level so there are no worries about being inducted.