The path divulges,
and here I am, bated breath,
waiting for phantoms.
I reside in a world of evil,
sickness and strife, with You,
Dear Reader, we’re in this together:
(And may we swear by each other)
Dare not allow the darkness
to swallow the best of you.
–LM
Jupiter glares from the darkness,
brandishing a single lightning bolt,
knowing what his power could do.
All I’ve recollected about intimidating men
through naive little rosy hues,
traumatic blues
is the great electric wound they leave
(like me) Behind.
–LM
I have no solution,
I mean, not yet, not quite,
I am used to having an “out”
Where I was classified ‘escapist’
I ducked and dodged (mental) chess
To come out above/on top/__base!
Plan A and plan B
C for B and so on
It ended when you hit a wall
It ended when you called it off
Where I am now is homemade
Warfare
How will I survive
I must survive (you’re your own worst enemy)
Just stop the bad things you do
Just silence the voice that tells you
You’re never going to escape
–LM
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