| The Horror of Anti-Me.
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Out of All of
Life's Odd
Mysteries,
few compare
in Horror,
to The Existence
of Anti-Me;
That Shadow
of Self,
consuming
all that
One is.
(or Could
Ever Be.)
The Mind,
equated
with Verse,
carries Within
an Alternate.
A Living
(parenthetic)
Remark,
capable of
Existing as
an Afterthought
while feeding
simultaneously off
of Leading Context.
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and
I Feel
Pieces of Myself
Being Eaten by
The Anti-Me,
during moments
of Wakeful Sleep;
Harmony seasoned
with Irony,
down it's hateful gullet
goes.
Then there is
The Soul,
(which I traded for
Creativity)
lost in an
uncertain Sea
of
Demonic
Sorrows!!
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Out of all
The Riddles
of Ones Self;
Few compare
to The Mystery
of Anti-Me.
Which some
would declare a
Shadow of Hell!
(But I'd
suggest
Ones Better
Half Most
Likely.)
j.stephen.h |
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