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In that moment, easily manipulated; yanked I am spinning It doesn't matter As I wedge myself between barely visible and “God, I’m cursed!” No restoration... when forces tear loose from their axis And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?" Whirling up and swirling blackness Stepping over a threshold Tumbling me over My heart maneuvers through a block of ice, Some kind of arctic daydream Strangling, a wearied me Choking whatever warmth I had left within awakening the nightmare And far into my space I go My flickering space Jostled by pulsing fingers of tumultuous And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?" Thus I am dark The end note Now Pouring out all things without destination And I barely stir… Then Snap, crackle n pop Out at its end Where there is nothing else I was nuthin’ more The coup de grâce A slave of this - S               W     I                                R                  L         I   N                G Lunacy – A prisoner of this cartoon that’s me, Shackled too... To dark cloud Demons - No doubt! And then I remembered that they injected and inspected every single part of me...
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Jus’ **** wrong stuff/ And my deathblow to end any possibility
In that moment, easily manipulated; yanked I am spinning It doesn't matter As I wedge myself between barely visible and “God, I’m cursed!” No restoration... when forces tear loose from their axis And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?" Whirling up and swirling blackness Stepping over a threshold Tumbling me over My heart maneuvers through a block of ice, Some kind of arctic daydream Strangling, a wearied me Choking whatever warmth I had left within awakening the nightmare And far into my space I go My flickering space Jostled by pulsing fingers of tumultuous And then I was reminded, "But did they inject and inspect every single part of you?" Thus I am dark The end note Now Pouring out all things without destination And I barely stir… Then Snap, crackle n pop Out at its end Where there is nothing else I was nuthin’ more The coup de grâce A slave of this - S               W     I                                R                  L         I   N                G Lunacy – A prisoner of this cartoon that’s me, Shackled too... To dark cloud Demons - No doubt! And then I remembered that they injected and inspected every single part of me...
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
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