In the moonlight of the sunlight and the dryspell of the rain, One stands naught to gain. Darkness will bind The Lightness, lifting blinds; hindsight. As the light fades each and everyday My Light Inside seems to fade away.
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F. Nietzsche’s Schizophrenic Blathers
To Those in Battle, From the Depths of All of Me, Ayesha, Warrior I Even Horrific Repetition (ad-infinitum when it is definitely time to go) WIthin (hopelessly engulfed, ending) The Phantasmagorical Mi(d)st (that undercurrent forcing me away…) Of (it’s going to last forever, “Help me please, help me…”) Doubt’s Darkest Night, (the darkness I fear;Continue reading “F. Nietzsche’s Schizophrenic Blathers”
