Dark nights surrounding like deathly dreams,
tapping on my shoulders with fears extreme

Deathly breaths sighing out
inhaling smoke but hushing its bout

The heart cigar twisted and burnt dry
to ashes of uselessness left to fly

Surviving like missionary or a supreme..
pale from exterior by darkening its core dream

Like a visionary nun
leaving all its hopes to shun

Traversing in chaotic hells,
Only lust, greed and self loathe ring my bell..

Searching endlessly for holy grail,
which might be hiding someplace to make you fail..

What if its found in 'not knowing'
relieve me thus of this endless gnawing..

Of heaven fighting its ground
in a prison which forever felt like home..

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