MY SILENT THOUGHTS OFTEN BRING OUT CLEAR VISUAL ARTISTRY, THAT'S WHEN THE PEN BECOMES THE BOTTLE AND I SPILL FLUIDS AS IF I LOST ALL HOPE IN MY MENTAL SOBRIETY... NO COMMON DENOMINATOR CAUSE SOME THINGS AIN'T WHOLE, IF WORDS WERE AS SACRED AS IT'S INTENT THEN MAYBE THAT GLUE WOULD SOME HOW UPHOLD... CAUSE I APPLIED ADHESIVE TO MANY TORN SHEETS OF PAPER, PLACED IT OVER A WHITE CANDLE WHILE THE ROOM FILLED WITH STRONG SCENTS OF BROKEN VAPORS... I SEEN CORRUPTION COME IN MANY FORMS EVEN THROUGH THE ACT OF KINDNESS, IT'S LIKE BEING USED OVER AND OVER NO FAST FORWARD JUST ONE BUTTON THAT SAYS REWIND THIS... THREE DIFFERENT TALES OF A CHRONIC TRILOGY, I WATCHED THE ROPE GO AROUND THE TONGUE AS IF IT WAS SPITTING OUT IT'S OWN EULOGY... HANDS TIED WITH TIGHT CUFF MARKS ENGRAVED ON A SLENDER WRIST, I WANTED A REASON TO BELIEVE BUT INSTEAD RECEIVED A CHARLES BRONSON DEATH WISH....BUT FAITH BROUGHT ME BACK INTO THE ARMS OF THE FAMILIAR, OPENED MY EYES UP TO THE REAL IMAGE IN THE MIRROR... I LOOK AND SMILE BACK AT THE REFLECTION, SATISFIED THAT I TOO RESEMBLE TRUE PERFECTION...
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