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Alchemy in vitreous smoke

Ecstasy in empty eyes

Light between the lines of a syringe cross

I will create silence inside myself

And begin anew

Lost again, as I inhale

The intoxicating purity of mind

Catastrophe exalted

I will create serenity inside myself

One day I will leave

And never return again.

Lost between two edges of the blade

Blatant vomit to reality

Open wounds

Rivers of blood flow from our ears

The long awaited cacophony

White blindness opens our eyes

So we stay blind to our paranoia’s

Needles close our mouths

And they end the cry to absurdity

Open wounds