the pages graced with the scrawls
of delirium
forever incomplete and
hidden in the psychosis
library. a frightening
tome
of maniacal laughter
and
terrifying
sigils
clutching my head after
placing the book
on those dark shelves.
it seems to rest there
with intense unease.
ringing through my ears,
the book slowly opens
huge, gaping mouth
swallowing the minds
of all who read it.
the words are ripped apart
by a savage
ritual.
desconstruct this language,
and go mad.















Comments
Very good though, definately a fav.
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Thus does the Necessary Angel of the poetic
arrive to save the Angel of History
from dying of melancholy
in a suffocating world of ruins.
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