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Paint me in abstract now my audience

Descendent of shit-faced euphoria

The pleasures I've ploughed from the soils of pain

I read aloud only to entertain

The dregs and rinsings of my intellect

Draw from the same water of those clouds of torment

She rests on my brain like vapour on mountains

Weighed down my nightmares – wit outrun power

Lays down my life – an infant I am

Unable to rise with wonder long dead

Come, join my phantoms of art

Where what acts on the whole reacts to the parts

Call upon darkness to dreams of the eye

Descend into chasms I shape every night

Live in a century – time and space swells

A chorus adieu in the caves of my hell