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Apr 2015
creaking house

my mind cant escape the noise

creak

havent blinked in an hour

creak
creak

skin shivering

creak
creak

been up for a week

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeak

ghostly vision
making the incision
possession of being
what have i become

creak
creak
creak
creak
CreeeeeeeeeeeeaaKKKKK
Creeeeeeeee­eeeaaKKKKK
CREEEEEEEEEEEAAAKKKKKKK
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAKKKK
CREEE­EEEEEEEAAAAAKKKKK
CCCRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAKKKKK
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.
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slipping from reality
ego fatality
falling through my physical being
falling through my physical being
when was the last time i dreamt
a call ive sent
no contact with the outside world
my life has transformed into an oyster with no pearl

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAKK
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAKKKK
CCCRRRRRE­EEEAAAAKKKKK
CCCRRRRREEEEAAAAKKKK

AND THAT ******* NOISE I CANT ESCAPE
SHATTERING MY BEING
EAR ****
DRUM PUNCTURED
IDLE HANDS TARE AWAY THE FLESH
I FEEL THE PAIN
IM NOT THE SAME
I LOVE THE PAIN
I LOVE THE PAIN
I FEEEL THE PAIN....

AND SUDDENLY IM TAKEN BACK TO THE orchid

where i used to lay...
.
far away...
.
Happy
Flow
Somewhere in the depths of my mind
A lunatic resides
Nebek Wormer
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Nebek Wormer  Within, without
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