Escape, perhaps that was the goal
Concealed behind shallow trickery, a
Lacklustre attempt at subterfuge
Inspired by the masks at the opera.
Performance was always your greatest
Strength, and yet here you are
Exposed by your own hubris.
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The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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this is so well written it made me feel like i was the one doing something wrong. good job!!
Hey, any poem that uses the word "hubris" earns an A+ from me.
A nice Acrostic poem