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I dream in neon veins, worm-pink chords, A mind unzipped beneath the sun’s red roar — There, where reason is a brittle ward, the demon waits behind the skull-bone door. It laughs with a jaw of charred delight, its teeth a tally of every fear, Eyes tripled black to drink my sight, Swallow calm until — nothing — is clear. Horn-crowned king of my trembling thoughts, licking my nerves with a flaming grin, feeding on panic my conscience brought, carving new roads of ruin within. Every colour blisters bright as knives, each swirl mirrors my split mind’s stain, tentacles twitch through half-formed lives, stirring joy, birthing pain, again — At last, I kneel to the laughter’s swell, let the threefold gaze devour my core, for madness is no foreign hell — it is the serpent nesting, endless, in my soul.
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I dream in neon veins, worm-pink chords, A mind unzipped beneath the sun’s red roar — There, where reason is a brittle ward, the demon waits behind the skull-bone door. It laughs with a jaw of charred delight, its teeth a tally of every fear, Eyes tripled black to drink my sight, Swallow calm until — nothing — is clear. Horn-crowned king of my trembling thoughts, licking my nerves with a flaming grin, feeding on panic my conscience brought, carving new roads of ruin within. Every colour blisters bright as knives, each swirl mirrors my split mind’s stain, tentacles twitch through half-formed lives, stirring joy, birthing pain, again — At last, I kneel to the laughter’s swell, let the threefold gaze devour my core, for madness is no foreign hell — it is the serpent nesting, endless, in my soul.
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