this daze I find myself in,
a lifeless hypnotic hollow state,
this host that bears a faceless reflection within.
Drawn to shadows,
the mindlessly catatonic dead yet living,
this dreaded manic life,
like the living with the dead infected.
Here beneath the melancolic voice,
of my sadistic semantic reasoning,
I find unable to define the madness,
sound of deafening silence screaming.
Frozen inside a dead like state,
trying to shout but stifled.
How voiceless seems my words,
unspoken my thoughts remain embedded.
Yet unwritten my poems,
expressions of me
in a symphonic calygraphy of tears and blood
mixed with ink.
Missing pieces of what I used to be
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