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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2142955
Another venue of my many branched searches.
I was abandoned on the steps of the asylum
Was that a conscious statement about my heritage?
In my dreams I am forever within those walls
Searching for the ones who gave life beyond this cage

Searching for an end to this deeply embedded loneliness
Every fiber of my existence stand bare, cold, unsmudged.
Unstained, yet isolated and torn with the absence of love
The halls contain deep, unseen scars from the life untouched.

Please tell me my searches haven't been for naught!
Am I in Hell or will my stay be seasoned graciously?
Day and night I still waver under searchlight fraught!
Disillusionment lures my curiousness straight lavishly!

Time and again I've awoken to the halls' haunted screamings
Ricocheting off the portraits looming open-mouthed stares
Ignited fantastical ghostly figures evolved from the dreaming
Of misted outlines declaring real existences of hordes of nightmares!

Deserted, isolated, an infection deep within the bones of contention
Drives this insatiable lust, this whetted appetite for all things deadly!
My need for the bleeding inspires the mother of insanities' invention
Whining, screeching, inciting the undead to reveal themselves to me!
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