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Another poem from Aurelia's Colors. Enjoy!

The Void Become

From the roads once travelled to the paths now stumbled, Something's gaining life as my body's grown cold. Promises were monuments subconsciously designed to crumble, Not even from begging knees would a devil grant a sacrificial 'sold'.

The snake makes it's way to the heart, its claim long since laid, Paralytic temptation; venom coursing throughout veins. Every abandoned and betrayed demanding deserved debts paid, Succumb; revelations that this existence is but a stain.

Giving in to the addiction and I feel it cleanse my soul with ease, All consuming; all consumed, nil remains for the disease.

The monster is fed with such delight to hide the marks that it has made, Contradiction, paradox; hiding behind magnified, revealed and displayed.

Numb sensations taunt with memories floating only inches from these fingertips, Reach just a bit further and resurrect a life; if only to take a final risk.

Not but three weeks ago I have gotten back to writing poetry amongst my other musings. This particular piece is the seventh poem in a collection I began at age 17 and only (very) recently picked back up entitled Aurelia’s Colors.That being said, I present to you, whoever you may be:

 Ground Control

Beneath a solid stance the ship sails on steady Destination obscured by the boundless unknown Soaring away from time, a restraint so petty Throughout the infinite void we, the finite, have grown

Lost, stranded, alone together we happen to find our true selves  Inexplicable idiosyncrasies are perfect decorum that surrounds Beautiful madness opens eyes and breaks the chains of personal hells A resurgence of sanity delivered by simplistic chaos from all around

Each note that nature orchestrated is coupled with life in pandemic sync Embrace the serenity existence manifests when repressing the need to over think 

Every detail is a miracle painting the portrait this world and the test Witness the majesty that ensues and from within the beauty discover rest