Severance

~sleeping with writer’s block, surrounded by a series of unfortunate events
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We gather here, all inside my head…traipsing around this neverland enroute my strange blend. Vaulted ceilings echo evenly, coming back to my voice and whence before it, traveling along our troupe wherein this peaceful wind. Now we’re lost inside these same which thence inspired us, circling anon these spiraled stairs and our brethren’s severance.

This suspected phantom, a cache of defiance unto mine creativity, our glowing eyes grow feverish and our genuine nature fires, cursed as patience becomes livid, until I can’t move lest I fail at something else.

And all I live with what I’m selfish…

Depression comes swiftly hovering over thine, and every character of mine imagination flees. Where I am left in solitude so is my word of dreams…scrying my weary passage hence I sleep, silent and compelling where my head weeps.