The Wisest Disaster (poem)

The Wisest Disaster
Venom in my veins 
Breaking down in my gut
The toxins have entered the bloodstream
The itch inside my head says all in all your still dead
Poison of knowledge keeping the day from the night
Why do you want to suffer
Why do you ask for a halt
Cessation of emotion
Bleakness is your light
Yet the wisest of disasters stays hidden from the sun
Moving farther and farther towards a plane where everything is two sizes too small
Look around for here there is no ground
Wave goodbye as you move deeper behind the sun



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