Seven

The truth is that

there is no story.

None worth telling,

nor worth hearing.

 

These games of

necromancy,

in absence of

the living.

 

And the excess

 

of sanity, as

with each idea

I micro-dose psychosis

 

Plagued by sane agony

as we seek the

bliss of madness

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