Raskolnikov without the murder excuse – schism
the room across the body/ spreads a dire hallucination
the genius imagines the ordinary cross/ that lies upon the/ people he tormented in actions –/ just theories for a good cause
he sleeps on a couch using old clothes/ Law isn’t blind but fake in depression
reminiscences of the body sank on the floor/ in blood with no pale – just face of a guy/ sadistically emerged in laughs that/ are the jury for a mind painted with guilt,/ hidden in pursue
schismatic throws his pain in the consciousness/ of a fainting character, discovered in apathy…
without the excuse for the slaughter/ that protects the second body, sent on the same floor
both reached the mind-prison …
© Marius Surleac
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Marius Surleac, mind-tricks, Poetry, Raskolnikov, schism
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