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As the Night Darkens

From My Brain

By Marcio VelasquezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The long, twisted shadows tap my window with their finger tips.

A faint whistle silences my dim bedroom.

It's a cold night as my soul shivers.

The candle flame flickers, eating away my inspiration.

I sharpened my pencil, take aim and stab my head; one by one, I pulled out the maggots from my brain.

They are not parasites, rather my friends; writing down these evil thoughts help me get through this lifeless, rigid machine of society.

Because having a sense of self and individuality its worth endangering my "freedom."

So I need to find and secure them, before they do, as the night darkens.

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