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Fake

Ready to pummel that head in the way

Altering and destroying every decision that is made

The ultimate backfire that won’t let up

This brain is failing me and I’m more than fed up

Loss of major motor skills

Walking like the dead

Lights are flickering, in and out from the faulty wirings in my head

Hearing loud noises and smelling sweet scents

But on grass of a lawn, body is forward bent

Face first in a pile of dog ****

Such a strong feeling of confusion and can’t get rid of it

I get up and start to walk

In my mind I am sitting and smoking

Blind to the reality of my body choking

Hoping for a simple escape

These drugs never wear off when I’m in this state

 

Free, these chains of steel

Repelled any real emotion I can ever feel

There out to get me I know it’s real

In the world where you know my body is limp

Grasping for air but brain once again fails it

Merely seven more minutes of brain activity left, I am still trapped

Memories of things that never happened

Feelings of regret and relief are more than gapping

I take a slice of that deathday cake

Never ever knowing that I’m not even awake

Fake

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christopher-victor-coia
American
Published
Feb 15, 2014
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