My mind is rotting out of my own head
I say out loud
against the suffocating silence
swimming
in
out
in
out
of my ears
Like a record, spinning around and around until its final stop in the center
My eyes
dancing between reality and fantasy
What a wonderful way to spend a Monday
Sinking neck deep into the dark pits of hell.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
My mind is rotting out of my own head
I say out loud
against the suffocating silence
swimming
in
out
in
out
of my ears
Like a record, spinning around and around until its final stop in the center
My eyes
dancing between reality and fantasy
What a wonderful way to spend a Monday
Sinking neck deep into the dark pits of hell.
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