Do you ever feel as though the reality in which you live is just a fragment of an imagination from another life...?
My feelings drenched in watered-down alcohol...
Burning my scars and soothing my mind simultaneously...
The muzzle kept firmly, abrasively over my entire body -
Lending my limbs just a numbness sensation,
Causing the feelings I have to be morphed into an alternate state...
The things I want to be able to say...
to do...
Are nothing more than just dreams I see...
A dream in which I guess I no longer should dream for me...
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Do you ever feel as though the reality in which you live is just a fragment of an imagination from another life...?
My feelings drenched in watered-down alcohol...
Burning my scars and soothing my mind simultaneously...
The muzzle kept firmly, abrasively over my entire body -
Lending my limbs just a numbness sensation,
Causing the feelings I have to be morphed into an alternate state...
The things I want to be able to say...
to do...
Are nothing more than just dreams I see...
A dream in which I guess I no longer should dream for me...
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