lost in a darkness of his own doing

there is a radiation
pulsating
from somewhere between
my fourth and eighth chakras
causing spasms
in the tenebrae film
coating my third eye

using echolocation
to find the sliver of joy
hidden
in the craggy misery
like broken teeth of giants
that burst from the desolation
permeating the sacred seals

the blind journey
made by a fool too ignorant
to his shortcomings
that his innocent idiocy
becomes a torch
illuminating the faces of demons
salivating in the dark

lost in a darkness
of his own doing
the sing-song sedation
of labyrinths of mental construct
overlaying the world
he stumbles
unseeingly through

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