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Moerae
Perfection in brutality,
my concentration camp of self-prescribed isolation.
Have you got the key?
There's safety in thought,
the sweet danger in action.
In the scenario of consciousness, he was slowly and painfully drowning in an empty pool.
The lights are off next door...
Holiday home barely used.
Let the rats run free.
Nyx walks in the darkest depths of night.
Helios will soon bring the light.
Escape Tartarus!
Calliope we beg your blessings...
Erato and Polyhymnia,
anoint us.
Dusty TV set,
when last was it on...
The book pages are tattered and torn.
A dog sleeps comfortably on the couch.
The mind is a one-way road with unmanned checkpoints.
The dog whimpers quietly...
What do dogs dream of?
The clock has a thunderous tick and nauseating tock.
I should remove the battery.
Maybe tomorrow I'll put water in the pool.
© isalittlebroken
#isalittlebroken
my concentration camp of self-prescribed isolation.
Have you got the key?
There's safety in thought,
the sweet danger in action.
In the scenario of consciousness, he was slowly and painfully drowning in an empty pool.
The lights are off next door...
Holiday home barely used.
Let the rats run free.
Nyx walks in the darkest depths of night.
Helios will soon bring the light.
Escape Tartarus!
Calliope we beg your blessings...
Erato and Polyhymnia,
anoint us.
Dusty TV set,
when last was it on...
The book pages are tattered and torn.
A dog sleeps comfortably on the couch.
The mind is a one-way road with unmanned checkpoints.
The dog whimpers quietly...
What do dogs dream of?
The clock has a thunderous tick and nauseating tock.
I should remove the battery.
Maybe tomorrow I'll put water in the pool.
© isalittlebroken
#isalittlebroken
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