Writing my own horoscope..

As my cosmic waves turn retro,

Is this the hell I'm dumped into?

I feel no pain,no hatred,no love

It's as if I'm but a deep gorge of hapless soul

Or is that just my imagination?

Forked inside the four walls of my mind

Every red blood cell pulling me down

in a dark poisonous orgy

Tiring me like a sapless plant

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I need to break off,whatever be

Though i dont know wherefrom and whence

I'm turning mad,impossibly mad

With no ties to sever and nowhere to go