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Veil of suffering lifted Too hastily Blind man thriving in Infant comfortable darkness Ripped into burning reality I watch cheap wood paneled walls Pop and fizzle: they breathe and battle With true void of nothingness The once familiar dullness of All things Now burstingburningburying Who's manifesting all this anyway? I wait in terror The empty bottles of Mercy Abandoned me like Crisp Bible pages torn from Leather spines The truth of the universe is just Too much The immortality of non living object And the temporary existant that is Me I want to escape:I beg for blindness I wait To become non becoming The clock ties my hands and Drags me by the feet Through the stench of reality in it's truest form: Suffering
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Sobriety:The Ultimate Terror
Veil of suffering lifted Too hastily Blind man thriving in Infant comfortable darkness Ripped into burning reality I watch cheap wood paneled walls Pop and fizzle: they breathe and battle With true void of nothingness The once familiar dullness of All things Now burstingburningburying Who's manifesting all this anyway? I wait in terror The empty bottles of Mercy Abandoned me like Crisp Bible pages torn from Leather spines The truth of the universe is just Too much The immortality of non living object And the temporary existant that is Me I want to escape:I beg for blindness I wait To become non becoming The clock ties my hands and Drags me by the feet Through the stench of reality in it's truest form: Suffering
Thoughts on 70+ days of sobriety
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
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