Clouds of thought
Gripping tight the skin of my throat
Thick clouds of whisping anxiety and panic;
Upon which I choke!
Smoke of insanity
Of eyes shifting in a sandstorm around the room, always. Forever.
I choke.
I stumble. I choke.
The taste of blood from obsessive consistency becomes momentarily, forever.
The hatred I feel for my experience is forever, momentarily.
Clouds of panic grip my mind.
Clouds of anxiety gag my throat.
Clouds of obsession rob my time.
Clouds of sorrow **** me slowly.
Upon clouds, I choke.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Clouds of thought
Gripping tight the skin of my throat
Thick clouds of whisping anxiety and panic;
Upon which I choke!
Smoke of insanity
Of eyes shifting in a sandstorm around the room, always. Forever.
I choke.
I stumble. I choke.
The taste of blood from obsessive consistency becomes momentarily, forever.
The hatred I feel for my experience is forever, momentarily.
Clouds of panic grip my mind.
Clouds of anxiety gag my throat.
Clouds of obsession rob my time.
Clouds of sorrow **** me slowly.
Upon clouds, I choke.
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