Distressed Existence

A strained night now reigns these times of mine,

incarnating Archons on my inert womb,

as the sights straight at me, are claiming a mood;

of murky thoughts, and bareness shine.


Impure and wrathful against an enshrined ego,

psyche conceived through a yearning oath,

and impaled over a nonexistent philo-.


Lecherous cogitations to deny the price,

of seeking a vigorous human elucidation.


Absurdness of excuses to forget my inner cries,

at the Macrocosm for having engendered

these bulky lives.


Throughout a prism of blended cluster, on earth's days:

I shall prosecute, guided by the gloomy needed bright,

executing defamations, in recitation, of gods' names.

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Dark & tetric ... I love it. Greetings poet.

 

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.