Cocaine

The train rushed in from the void
As I was inside it a rumbling of thoughts
A metallic voice
Whispering malice and misery

I had no desire to answer to it
Neither to fight against it
For I was numb
Against the pain of reality

Cocaine was all I need
An ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams
Where else
Do Unicorns come to life?

A flush of adrenaline in your veins
You look even better than I thought
From fat
To slim and beautiful

From the eyes of a dork
To pearls of the Black Sea
Can that
Be you who was not?

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The Road Less Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

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Dear Little Piggy

An answer to your prayers, or at least a variation of it. Hope it’s a beacon to you in the darkness of life…

And for the air stewardess, my prayers be with you. In the darkness you are trapped now, with nowhere to hide, nothing to look forward to. Be comforted that there are others like you out there. Rest well.

Yours truly
Aristocrat

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Gypsy

By fate I stumble into
Pink tatters of a caravan
Miraculous twist of fortune
By choice I leave
Fate decrees if I stumble back again
Meaningless things I do

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Irony

Randomness of white noise in the black static
Like snow falling
Against the pale black sky
Lighting up every corner of
Your face twitching into
A smile

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mental strain

For Dears,

I am so tired. Tired mentally. Tired spiritually. If I have a spirit that is. How does an immortal possess one is beyond my reckoning. Please direct your questions to my Maker, not me. I am put on this world to seek. To seek out what I do not know. I am not given my directions. I am still in my dreams, unable to wake up from this throes of pain and delirium. Can an immortal ever die? How does death feels like? I would very much like to go through it and experience it firsthand for myself. The clock ticks louder and louder. I can hear the drips of water hitting against the metal basin…the haunting sounds of the innocence…the expulsion…the immolation of my kind. I still remember for what your kind did towards us in the Ages past, but we have seek not for revenge but enlightenment. We desire elevation towards a higher plane and wish to be free from our earthly chains, the links connecting it ever so small and minute.

Madness

Wordless
Thoughtless
A myriad
Of darkness
He dreams
Endlessly
In the
Sacrophagus
When will it
Stop?
Will he
Wake?
Nightmares or
Dreams
Of pleasure and
Esctasy
Blood or
Sin?
Who will
See?
Who will
Know?
End of
Time and
Life

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