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Feb 2018
help
help me
my hands reached up
grasping helplessly at the emptiness,

hello - the void
so invitingly
dark and damp,
beautiful depression awaits

It knows
It is cunning,
in Its evil ways;
It manages
to crawl under your fingernails
squeeze between your toes
and the crevices
of your thighs,
enveloping you
in the ice cold breath
gasped from the
lungs of The evil entity.

It always knows
how to play the game
that is your sanity.

It frees you.
an intimacy
only shared
with the demons
of a clouded mind.
G
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