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The Devil’s Bloom

“It begins like a seed. It ends in a carnival of colorful despair.”

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A whisper here,
a thought there,
little things
everywhere.

Fear — sweet, sweet seduction.
The Devil’s Bloom, I call it.

Riding on a mighty high-horse,
dressed in glitters of your mediocrity.

A table for two,
the dinner of a lifetime,
a righteous feast.

Perfected just for you.
Oh, the details —
impeccable.

It’s beginning like a seed.
Its end, a carnival of colorful despair,
each thought tap-dancing
on your quivering heart.

But I reckon,
the bloom withers
if you don’t water it.

And only those who’ve knelt
in hell’s defiance
would dare,

point and say:
“Hades is that way.”

Luna

Connected the dots.

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Fear is a kind of madness, I believe —
the devil’s bloom, I call it.

A communion of false insecurities,
where misery twirls ever so gracefully.

It twirls and dances,
until my mind takes it leave.
Their works are like anchors.

“You are responsible for your happiness,” they said.
Oh, but the chore of it.

I dinned with regret —
it was just a fling,
though its kisses were anything but.

Then happiness said, hi.
Ah — to flirt with perfection.

I like it here.
I might stay.

Mansion

Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.

Temple One & katty Heath;

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I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.

Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.

No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.

Then I heard it.

 

A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.

It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.

Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;

Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide

 

“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,

just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.

Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.

A thump to remind me there is a world outside,

Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion

The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.

It still goes on.