The Scream (London - 1994)
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I hold my spectral, skull like head
In desperation and unleash:
A gut wrenched scream for sanity;
O it's an empty debt to faux liberty!
I have imbibed the bitterest poison;
I have endured the darkest angst,
Yet I cannot break free from the past.
It hover like a solemn, black cloud
Draining all that I feel and am.
I long for holy resurrection!
I long for new distractions!
I long to commune with
Verdant nature's teeming spirit!
I long for love that exudes,
The essence of fiery passion!
I long for insight/ deeper visions.
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