The septum of my heart, broken
diffusing red with the occult
weak, listless, untenable
wayfarer, languid and lost
Horns for a crown
cerebrum on fire
phallic lust
eyes wide open
wartorn, savage lands
landscape of my heart
weary from trials
assailed by demons
soul lamenting, spirit torn
estranged, wrenched, emasculated
blood red skies
reigning on me
hallowed grounds
oblation for guilt
my weakness, his strength
new wine for old blood
Life Less Ordinary 
“septum of my heart” First love?
Some interesting images in there! 🙂
Kindness – Robert.
“It’s funny how no-one ever talks about Transformers in the workplace.”
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I meant literally : Septum: a partition separating two chambers, such as that between the nostrils or the chambers of the heart
I meant the inability to choose between right and wrong… In my case always defaulting to addictive tendencies when u should rather not
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your explanation makes this all the more profound 🙂
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Thanks
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