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it is in the sheen 
of a dusk purple 
that my sordid mind 
wanders the most 
dusts of a spent day 
entertaining as they pass 
and I do not see the stars 
as my mind cannot embark 
to comprehend them. 
companionship is a myth 
woven into the fiber of life 
demented in its exchange 
sulphorous in its decay 
the gamble of gaiety 
strikes with venom 
emptying the pockets of heart 
and I no longer fall away 
in chips, 
rather I am tumbling 
in large chunks 
from my ethereal self. 
my essence slipping away 
like a thunderhead over mountains 
yawning defeat - 
my soul is more cancer 
and parasite 
than adorations 
and faith 
though I have not sinned my family 
I feel that pergatory. 
the only power left to me 
is to die amongst brimstone; 
to embrace such visions of Hell. 
Hope, 
 has abandoned me