In my private life.
I dance to myself.
In a mad trance.
Seeking a release.
From being.
Alive.
Melt into a neurotic.
Tune.
On repeat.
A nostalgic memory.
From the thirties.
Hazy.
Because I've never.
Been there.
Only.
Here.
As I always am.
Stuck.
In this repetition.
Edith Piaf.
Singing to me in a language.
I don't understand.
In my own personal.
Kali Yuga.
Without Rudra.
To stop.
My.
Destruction.
I will implode into this.
Catatonia.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
In my private life.
I dance to myself.
In a mad trance.
Seeking a release.
From being.
Alive.
Melt into a neurotic.
Tune.
On repeat.
A nostalgic memory.
From the thirties.
Hazy.
Because I've never.
Been there.
Only.
Here.
As I always am.
Stuck.
In this repetition.
Edith Piaf.
Singing to me in a language.
I don't understand.
In my own personal.
Kali Yuga.
Without Rudra.
To stop.
My.
Destruction.
I will implode into this.
Catatonia.
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