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Sanctuary My brain My reign I have been losing my grip on this throne The kingdom of my sanity My mind, My head My universe inside It was the deadly fright And the winter bite that got my mind lost in limbo's time I try to fly from this dream within a dream on the third level drugged by saditives like Alcohol and Coffee I was woken by a kick of love The inception of my being

This Mourning It's a Cold day like Mean people I longed for the warmth of Humanity Meaning people, meaningful people, Meaningfull people who understood meaningful art, meaning the demeaning of foolart a spark to start the part where we depart with foolart To mark our rise and the demise of those who spite our rise and fight our light to provide might for darkness in their night We shall burn bright We shall outfly kites and strike The White in the mist This Mourning In the midst of longing to demistify our knowing "The knowing" is the battle with "The nothing" -a void in our dreams- Algae polluting the streams of our imagination The nothing is a never ending story of our plight to remember meaningfull art We shall outfly kites and strike The White in the mist This Mourning

Secretly We want to Perish The Laziness The Food Aversion The Food Abuse Obesity the noose Death construed A date we book To me the scribe of our story of flight A phrase or line In the Book of death We secretly want to die The Booze baptism opium Transfusion Sexual suicide We secretly want to die The same way we came alive