Daniel Wiseman

lying in a dark hole naked rejected forgotten and alone

keep our world from spinning out of control our need’s dire

we often need no assisting hands to toss us in

if only we possessed the power to convince ourselves to

refrain from wallowing in unhealthy swamp-lands consisting of abandoned dreams ❤

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rejection plants seeds of animosity within that hamper affections growth

contemptuousness burrows itself inside souls like intestinal worms drawn to

rot pulled near its fetid orbit scorched by unholy torches

disappointment cauterizes consciences not alert for provocations of numbness

our hunger for darkness devours our fluctuating sense of purpose rapidly ❤

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