Sprinting through the blades of grass through the midnight wind
The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears
Running and spinning it’s nauseating making the world spin.
Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart.
Holding my breath so the liquid doesn’t fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will collapse my lungs, instead of the water that will fill them later.
I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head
I hold my breath and the music stops
I breath and the music plays
Both will **** me, one quicker than the other
One will drive me into a spiral of insanity
One will drive me into cardiac arrest
In the end the music will stop
Maybe more to life after you take your last breath
Only time will tell
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
Sprinting through the blades of grass through the midnight wind
The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears
Running and spinning it’s nauseating making the world spin.
Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart.
Holding my breath so the liquid doesn’t fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will collapse my lungs, instead of the water that will fill them later.
I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head
I hold my breath and the music stops
I breath and the music plays
Both will **** me, one quicker than the other
One will drive me into a spiral of insanity
One will drive me into cardiac arrest
In the end the music will stop
Maybe more to life after you take your last breath
Only time will tell
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