eyeoftheserpent
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From prince to pauperA Poem by eyeoftheserpent |
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In sleep there is no restA Poem by eyeoftheserpentone of my nightmares |
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The mask of enraptured sorrowA Poem by eyeoftheserpentIve constructed a mask to reflect the feelings of my nightmares, its hollow gaze and black lacerations are an appropriate reflection of my soul... |
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The ritual of the serpentA Poem by eyeoftheserpentMy favorite drink in this coil is a schnapps called "viper" it has a texture not unlike snake venom, and its taste is like that of nectar to me... |
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The last nail (self crucifixion)A Poem by eyeoftheserpentA free verse poem about people putting their lives blindly into the hands something they cant even prove exsists. people foolheartedly place important.. |
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