Alluring Enchantment
Darkness stirs
Gives birth to light
A radiant glow
Comes into sight
The day she echoes
The opportunistic dark
I know I’ll return
My heart doesn’t want to embark
On a tedious journey
Why must I engage?
In the brilliancy of a stage
Of hollow, rancid men
The Point?
Lying in...
A sagacious play of apathy
Leading only back into the night
I try
But fire and ice within me fight
Tormented by Promethean fire
Even autistics have our desires
To escape the inescapable feelings
Ode to the act, of being inactive
Longing to return to the Self-
Same
Darkness from which mankind sprang
I feel lost and alone
The guardian of the night and day…
The tortured artery, caved in belief…
A need to return to the unknown.
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