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    Walls of Insomnia: In My Darkest Moments, I Am but a Shadow of You
    Walls of Insomnia: In My Darkest Moments, I Am but a Shadow of You
    Walls of Insomnia: In My Darkest Moments, I Am but a Shadow of You
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    Walls of Insomnia: In My Darkest Moments, I Am but a Shadow of You

    By Brethren Demonica and Jasbir John Singh

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    Walls of Insomnia - Apprehension of voices in ones head in an eccentric collection of poems and prose that have an innate ability to connect with ones soul. A brooding showcase, this collection is built upon experience while serving as a thematic representation of cyclic thought processes ever present in the collage of life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPartridge Publishing Singapore
    Release dateApr 28, 2017
    ISBN9781482882858
    Walls of Insomnia: In My Darkest Moments, I Am but a Shadow of You
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    Brethren Demonica

    Circumventing social rules & cultural norms, Brethren Demonica has a well-known thirst for knowledge & colorful experiences. Drawing from diverse sources - lyrics, rock classics to films; his work reflects his musings on humanity and spirituality. Masked under dark brooding exteriors, lies an idealistic romantic with great compassion.

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      Walls of Insomnia - Brethren Demonica

      Copyright © 2017 Brethren Demonica. All rights reserved.

      ISBN

      978-1-4828-8284-1 (sc)

      978-1-4828-8285-8 (e)

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

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      Dedicated to my grandparents, D’Angelo and all the lost voices

      For the ones whose memories are forever etched in walls that are closing in and the sleepless nights that architect my nightmarish vision into reality.

      Special thanks to

      Jasbir John Singh

      Shalin Pandian

      Suzanna, Subashenee, Aislinn and Shalin

      CONTENTS

      Dark Matter (Ingress)

      To the Rainbows End

      Pastel Colours of Romance

      Moonlighting Magic in Arcadia

      Mutiny of Metaphors

      Drapes of Death and Convergence

      Spirit of Reverie and Fantasy

      Love Letters to the Temple

      Immaculate Floral Seeds

      Careening in Jubilee Halls

      Ordinance of Destiny

      Acid Flowers

      Capitulating Serf of the Succubus

      FireFly

      Spectre of the Starry Recluse

      Revenant of Belladonna

      Allodium Fields of Carousal

      Putrefactive Flowers

      Speculum of a White Dowager

      Origami Screen

      Tracing Paper Records

      Roar of Hope

      Invitation of a Temptress

      Spindle of Decadence

      Cadence of Love

      Watch Clocks of Time

      Wildflower of the Ocean

      Lush Landscapes of Love

      The Dawn of Quantum Shining

      Tiptoe to Polaris

      Summer of Memoirs

      Dark Tresses of Immersion

      The Haunting of Goodbye’s Daughter

      Portraits after Dark

      Zephyr of Calm

      Credence by Love

      Harlot of Scarlet Drapes

      Coast of Tapestries

      Meditation in Paradiso

      Moonlight Serenade

      Heralds of Love

      Of Venus and Mars

      My Nectar Crumb

      Thine, My Love Everlasting

      The Pillow Fight

      Kingdom of Grace

      Beautiful Ties of a Pandemic Feeling

      Creep under My Blanket Tonight

      O Gabrielle

      Queen of the Cosmos

      Sleeping in Graveyards

      The Redrum Fiasco

      IX

      Brume around the Death House

      Vampire of Love’s Melanges

      Painting Tarpaulin Ghosts

      Harmony in Musings

      Lesions of Cognizance

      Queen of Wicker

      Airwaves of Avalon

      Castle of Dust

      Stasis of Grime and Crypt

      Death Spades

      Deliverance of Wings

      Angels Cry When Humanity Dies

      Death

      Evermore, Ever Long, Ever Pure

      Library of Cross

      Flesh Vulture

      Mind Bleach

      Gorgon of the Woods

      Of Poisons and Cures

      Messrs Valium

      Asinine Parabola

      Inescapable Horcrux

      Rogue Phantasm

      Alpine Dew

      Excitable Therapy

      Descant Rationale

      Grapple with Acid

      Dance of Brahma

      Seeking Bureaucratic Resolutions

      Black Friday Holocaust

      Mercenary Architects of Capitalism

      The Annals and Permanence of Crusades

      Breach of Crimson Fire

      Anthology of Fragmented Realities

      Communal Genocide

      Winter Dolls

      Illicit Liquor: Part III

      Red Fields (Egress)

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      Dark Matter (Ingress)

      Stepping in shadows of a siren’s scream,

      Basal paranoia in a minute’s dream,

      Alone now, alone here, alone in my gleam.

      Pithos Pandora closing in on me.

      Tears in a ditch from Hereth to the cosmos,

      Nearest destination is solitude in limbo.

      Darkness doesn’t matter where light ceases to exist,

      Interstellar void of life’s cessation persists.

      I know no gravity, only conceptual Sheol.

      To the

      Rainbows End

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      Pastel Colours of Romance

      Sitting on the sand of tessellation, branching into an autumn ocean of spurred desire,

      Dungeons are insubordinate to the seductive inveiglement of passion pits, firing within the heart.

      Crescendo of thrills growing in impetuosity as the earth gravitates in pulsating aphrodisiac.

      The sheets of eroticism turn giddy in intimate pleasure as a bewitching spell immerses in intoxication,

      A picturesque abstruseness of love delineated in the tresses of your Kabbalistic celestial aura.

      Hearts that daren’t speak of creeping doubt gather a storm as sorrow burns in quaking defiance.

      I’ve inscribed all the lonely nights ravaged by pouring rain in a roguish feeling of despair, exorcising the grief of love bound in anaesthesia as tears form part of my cowardly endoskeleton.

      Seasons obscure into a wasting skirmish of jealousy whilst disposition

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