A day of dreary grim I woke in anxious fret
and greeted light of tint that darkness did collect
and to the depths of dank dark I swept
to realms of demons who for nothing wept
but fluttered in by gems beset
to greet the day of sinister fret.
Their suffocating eyes did rise attending to my whims,
feeding my attention to cajole my flaccid limbs
and birthed in me the dark decree to forever hear my whims
and satisfy them, satisfy them with attention to my limbs.
I rose unto the earthly world, transfixed and so expectant,
my mind so stained by eyes so famed by their fluid drug,
and I saw the earthly world of goodness too devoid
for who was to now at me gaze?
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