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"Eh"
I cannot escape the dreary misery of today.
I swallow myself whole.
Trapping myself in an endless maze of what ifs and maybes.
A haze follows over me
causing my face to scowl.
Today, I am the son of the baphomet.
In a way...I always was.
Who else was there to be the father to I, the son?
Black holes plague my face.
My tongue tastes the bitter taste of foul gums.
A course set of weeds sprout from my scalp.
I would cry for help but only
I can help myself.
© DolorTheDaimone
I swallow myself whole.
Trapping myself in an endless maze of what ifs and maybes.
A haze follows over me
causing my face to scowl.
Today, I am the son of the baphomet.
In a way...I always was.
Who else was there to be the father to I, the son?
Black holes plague my face.
My tongue tastes the bitter taste of foul gums.
A course set of weeds sprout from my scalp.
I would cry for help but only
I can help myself.
© DolorTheDaimone
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