left for life and stranding on a restless plateau.
glimpses haunt my periphery,
foveae fixed on a wishful facsimile.
its face is of a million dying stars.
a gaze which draws me nearer,
drags me from afar.
its eyes are a droning rhythm of sleepless dreams and delusional dread.
bestowing of opiate madness
and the deepest ecstasies of hell.
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ashes to ash,
and my mind is now dust on the wind.
carried aloft,
crippled hopelessly by contradictions from within.