Alchemaic Battles

Growing pains, stage number two

Console and comfort myself I do

No guardian to calm me down

I do it on my own, gaining my crown

of petals all around…

Listening to no one, I’ve gone within

How to save myself from me, where have I been

Maybe just a test, then why all this residual mess

Making room for new memories now, welcoming my lacunal guest…

Creating new muscle mass, in cranial spaces

Sending all the rubbish packing, with all the suitcases

The junk you can’t seem to clear out, your double edged sword will sort about

In your hand, sometimes while you crawl, visualizing before you engage so as not to fall

Pulling it out before plunging it in

Slicing through organs and possibly phlegm

Secured with no mercy, lay it flat with no bend

Let the blood flow back to the earth, let it send

My messages and cries

Pouring from the eyes

Of my ego as it dies

For the hueman to rise…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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