dripping sun on my prison bars
dynamic grunt from my self-remorse
the door is opened, but the soul is locked
this despair kill me coldblooded
another bite unto my skinny scalp
another sip into my brainy sap
a good laughter after some blooper reels
and a slight discomfort reading The Blue Perils
dilemma has horns
should I choose Charybdis or Scylla?
twice i've been born
thrice it became a thriller
the door is open
why not fly anytime soon?
my corpse were rotten
manslaughtered by the glistening noon
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MONOPOEMA
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