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I'm not sick but I'm bleeding just the same I'm not forgotten but I can't remember my name I carry a bag of stones taken from my kidney in claim I look down on my feet no feet but guns and they take aim I look up at the sky no sky but tree crowns so dense in front of me, as far as eyes can see are waves and they build a fence Faces from within look at me confused muffled voices tell me I shall be reduced Just me, my guns and my kidney stones but I refused I fell into a pit that looked like my face They made me swallow my stones Waking up inside a maze I think these are my bones Am I dead or just insane my guns are wet is it all in vain I regurgitate the stones they fed spit out blood, the taste got plain The maze of bones stands aflame I dry in the heat I hear a click, my feet to blame I look down and pang!, I smell burning meat I open my eyes, push through the frame only a dream, I'm on the edge of my seat Looking in the mirror, I fear this isn't the end of this game I see the bag of stones and my reflection says "repeat".
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
Last night I ate my kidney stones
I'm not sick but I'm bleeding just the same I'm not forgotten but I can't remember my name I carry a bag of stones taken from my kidney in claim I look down on my feet no feet but guns and they take aim I look up at the sky no sky but tree crowns so dense in front of me, as far as eyes can see are waves and they build a fence Faces from within look at me confused muffled voices tell me I shall be reduced Just me, my guns and my kidney stones but I refused I fell into a pit that looked like my face They made me swallow my stones Waking up inside a maze I think these are my bones Am I dead or just insane my guns are wet is it all in vain I regurgitate the stones they fed spit out blood, the taste got plain The maze of bones stands aflame I dry in the heat I hear a click, my feet to blame I look down and pang!, I smell burning meat I open my eyes, push through the frame only a dream, I'm on the edge of my seat Looking in the mirror, I fear this isn't the end of this game I see the bag of stones and my reflection says "repeat".
#dark#dream#nightmare#limbo#blood#stones#kidney#bones#game#dead
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33/F/The Sixth Station
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
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