Crimson Purple Phoenix Cloak

Hardened silvery substance enters eyelid by its hairy and fragile tip
Slowly splitting searing sensation perverts retina beautifully displayed
Personal identity, ego, vanity, self placed private thoughts grotesquely splayed
Gushing bowels of once coherent concept unravel at the seam now rhythmically drip:

Filth and garbage built by ever-guilt well as blood bathed iris
Directionless place, void in space, chained by truth in sick abyss
Matter sanctification, constructs of boons and banes, cruel puppets septic vile
To err and to deceive oneself is defect, I heard them both kiss and piss with a smile

Then make that rusty silvery substance come full circle and remove my eyes
Or pluck them from their sockets in my skull as my hair turns to smoke
For loathsome self by hand in beard, fixed glare, Nietzsche's demise 
No refuge lest to dress the burning swirl of crimson purple phoenix cloak

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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