Revolver

Time froze,
senses dulled as it began to erode,
deeper into the void I tumbled,
falling into a mind that was far more troubled.
Moments of abyss,
strengthen what previously did not exist,
lucidity kept what was left unsaid,
but now turn my words into solid lead.
Shards of this malevolence,
came with regretful consequence,
succumbing to pride,
forcing me to lose the one I called my bride

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A Night Almost Lost

Watching the world stand still as my body twists and deforms,
the heart of hell is what I seemed to have absorbed.
Shuttering and convulsing, my mind reaps with no end,
waiting for a savior to finally descend.
But as I lay here in the muck of my own existence,
I reached a thought that is much too consistent.
I am the abnormal,
in this new world order,
and if I am to survive to remain alive,
I must keep moving and soldier,
because if not I am doomed to a life of pure loiter.

Original draft

Tomb-locked

Wrapped in a tomb of your own emotion,
scratching to get out but you lack the devotion,
while all those around wonder what's all the commotion.

Yearning for freedom down to your very bones,
why then can't you let go of all that has left you empty 
down to your very soul?

This tomb has become the ultimate desire,
to live in a dark world where you are nothing 
but a liar.

You can lie to yourself and the ones you love
and the only truth is what you deny you've become.

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