10,000 Maniacs

10,000 Maniacs.

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I remember it 

as

A Fog creeping

through

The Happy Wilderness

of

My Once -So -Joyous-

Soul;

A...

Moment of Bleak

Epiphany,

whence came 

The

Realization

I am not

in control of

ANYTHING.

(save my perception

of

This Illusion That is

Something-Near-To-Life.)

Whether half 

full

or

Empty

My 

Cup is incomplete;

as

I Eat Hope washed

Down 

with question marks.

(which breed mere

Replicas of Themselves.)

and

Curse 

The fucking day!!

(I said)

That

I stepped outside

My

Head to see!!

(somethin other than

The Ghost of Me.)

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So

Now 10, 000 maniacs

stand

before a Bottomless Heart...

One

Foot dangling over Deaths

Crumbling Ledge.

And 

I laugh ironically with them

all..

Because i feel so fucking

SMALL....that..

it seems a mortal sin!!

(to not eventually die.)

J.Stephen. H.