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It absorbs me, you know? Like a black hole I fall into a recess, A void in my mind. It's like my insides dig their way out, Surround me, Dragging the puppet show smile Into the center, Hiding it like a bad gift. I twist out of myself, The darkest parts come center stage, The spotlight a stark contrast. The cold spot of my dreams Drinking up the light Turning into every lucid thought we push aside. I marry it Like a death sentence, Both prey and predator, A battle along the seams of my skin. They have to drag me out of it Like a grave: I want it badly, Permanent and aching.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Sleep
It absorbs me, you know? Like a black hole I fall into a recess, A void in my mind. It's like my insides dig their way out, Surround me, Dragging the puppet show smile Into the center, Hiding it like a bad gift. I twist out of myself, The darkest parts come center stage, The spotlight a stark contrast. The cold spot of my dreams Drinking up the light Turning into every lucid thought we push aside. I marry it Like a death sentence, Both prey and predator, A battle along the seams of my skin. They have to drag me out of it Like a grave: I want it badly, Permanent and aching.
Romanticism is a bad habit I have yet to break.
#suicide#depression#anxiety#sleep#dreams#dark#night#insomnia
dust-bowl
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dust-bowl
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
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