eleda

Surging and wending its way through my veins,
Without pity, without ruefulness,
This harbinger of malice brings.
Insidious, callous to those unawares,
Take heed, the lure of its treacherous snare.
Gurgling, roiling, stomach burning.
Malignant growth of wanton desire,
Internal organs inflamed in tumid fire.

Fame is the weapon of this wicked eye.

Dichotomy: where false is truth,
and truth is lie.
Praise to be won, virtue to deny.
Pity the hopeless.
Persecute the useless.
Exalt the diaphanous “self”.
Arrest anger. Deny love.
Endless searching. Chasing illusions.
Temptation. Reputation. Fixation.

Fame is the weapon of this wicked eye.

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ms. vodka

this is cool, but the line breaks and spurts of punctuation are making it excessively choppy. it's extremely abstract, but truly, that's not bothering me. i enjoyed the imagery. i think it just needs to be smoothed out a bit.

vodka