Desolation and Destitution
Engulf my reality
The egnimatic berage
Of truths disorient my existance
Oblivion opens its cavernous corridor
And as I step into its blinding abyss
Of self dillusions
I find my dillusional persecptions
Not only comforting, but that spoonful of sugar
That helps my life go down
And soon my altered mind
Will hit full circle and restart
All over as I yet again step
Through that looking glass
And remake Wonderland
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