a malignancy of silence

i feel detached
a retina floating
uselessly in
the blind gaze
of divinity
a blight on
an otherwise
serene illusion
a missing tooth
in the smile of
a pockmarked whore
defiling himself
for one more fix
dead but feeling
the spiders crawl
in the pustules
of forgotten scars
a vestigial reminder
of the subtle
differences between
disillusion and
self delusion
a malignancy
of silent terrors
filling the void
where the words
fail me again

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