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I usually medicate put a bandage on my deepest wound wrap it up in until my bodies covered like circling crows flying above my vacant decaying body Now so hollow during a endless desert summer mirage my minds an emergency firetruck on red alert now walking miles on and on to catch that always distant black pond Typically caffeines my impulsive fix of the day trickle it through the cracks of floorboards im a prisoner directly under every drip that lands on my tongue resets the tiny numbers spin the briefcase dials like a ticking time bomb the squad can barely manage it they constantly in fear they will clip the wrong wire an explosion suddenly goes off a 3rd world country gets the worst of it a mushroom cloud slowly expands getting fed from all of my disruptive thoughts reaches little kids playing hopscotch a mother breastfeeding her newborn a merchant selling the last of fruit its his best day Yet im across the world and I can barely get out of bed political sticker still falsely states we're the greatest colony brew up my second dose continue to comatose maybe the war will finally end
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
Circling Crows
I usually medicate put a bandage on my deepest wound wrap it up in until my bodies covered like circling crows flying above my vacant decaying body Now so hollow during a endless desert summer mirage my minds an emergency firetruck on red alert now walking miles on and on to catch that always distant black pond Typically caffeines my impulsive fix of the day trickle it through the cracks of floorboards im a prisoner directly under every drip that lands on my tongue resets the tiny numbers spin the briefcase dials like a ticking time bomb the squad can barely manage it they constantly in fear they will clip the wrong wire an explosion suddenly goes off a 3rd world country gets the worst of it a mushroom cloud slowly expands getting fed from all of my disruptive thoughts reaches little kids playing hopscotch a mother breastfeeding her newborn a merchant selling the last of fruit its his best day Yet im across the world and I can barely get out of bed political sticker still falsely states we're the greatest colony brew up my second dose continue to comatose maybe the war will finally end
Off a new album I wrote the past months.
#anxiety#depression#addiction#emptied
Wanderingsoul
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Wanderingsoul
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
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