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No One Else by Azriel Johnson
No one else exists,
in the world in which I live.
No one else can taste,
the sour taste of shame.
(It floods my mouth
like Noah's god.)
No one else is here,
in my virtual insanity instance.
No one else can break,
the monotone maniacal matriculation.
(It streams thru my mind
like Hades' River Styx.)
No one else can tell,
where my mind has travelled.
No one else can see,
my oncoming, never-ending, imminent fall.
(The fall is all my own,
like Lucifer cast from heaven.)
And it feels... like...
Heaven is so far away.
Like the coldest winder chill,
Heaven's beside you.
And Hell's within.
~fin~
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