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Days melt into each other
Like wax figures under the sun
Monday was four days ago
I could swear it was Tuesday today
8:00AM was one hour ago,
It’s 8:00PM
What did I eat today?
The pain of tomorrow
Am I my own desires?
Bound to jump on my instincts
My body stripped
My eyes devoid of light
The same motions we used to make
With a stranger I just met
My consciousness altered
Reality has become a dream
But when I sleep I have none
What choice do I have
When it’s between the devil and my grave?

— The End —