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Dwelling is a razor regret, drip-fed poison guilt, a creaking chain as it tightens around my neck. Stockholm syndrome has me in that         lovelifedeath grip. And as my own jailer I rail against myself Caught in a purgatory- safe drawing blood then consoling.                                 I can't see........ My corneas tear in the wind there's some metaphysical connection, I know it I don't want to look at my life as it is The guilt twists my guts I'm pathetic in my failures and grasping at a fading light. Ah perfectionism,  my abusive lover; you endow me such power, then beat me senseless I'm goddess, then mortal- panicking       frail with nowhere but elusive horizons to go. Phosphenes those  bright spots of colour as I rub my eyes- Once again I wake too early and that too-familiar cyanide starts to leak through my veins and anxiety grips me How'll I ever get it right              make it out              fix it all              come out from under              breathesucceedrelaxenjoybeworthsomething   in short has my bright patch of colour had its day? I can't face it.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
Phosphene
Dwelling is a razor regret, drip-fed poison guilt, a creaking chain as it tightens around my neck. Stockholm syndrome has me in that         lovelifedeath grip. And as my own jailer I rail against myself Caught in a purgatory- safe drawing blood then consoling.                                 I can't see........ My corneas tear in the wind there's some metaphysical connection, I know it I don't want to look at my life as it is The guilt twists my guts I'm pathetic in my failures and grasping at a fading light. Ah perfectionism,  my abusive lover; you endow me such power, then beat me senseless I'm goddess, then mortal- panicking       frail with nowhere but elusive horizons to go. Phosphenes those  bright spots of colour as I rub my eyes- Once again I wake too early and that too-familiar cyanide starts to leak through my veins and anxiety grips me How'll I ever get it right              make it out              fix it all              come out from under              breathesucceedrelaxenjoybeworthsomething   in short has my bright patch of colour had its day? I can't face it.
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cyan-tendency
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
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