Empty thoughts racing,
In my room left pacing,
Screaming out "I'm spacing."
BP low I felt it drop,
Heart rate sits 130 top,
Head spinning, will it stop?
With each rising I start to fall,
Who am I left to call,
I've hurt everyone, you all.
Words I said to make a point,
You would think I smoked a joint,
Or was the one God did anoint.
A demon grin upon my face,
All my sins only you can erase.
Yet my heart still you trace,
Welcome to my final embrace.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:50 PM UTC
Empty thoughts racing,
In my room left pacing,
Screaming out "I'm spacing."
BP low I felt it drop,
Heart rate sits 130 top,
Head spinning, will it stop?
With each rising I start to fall,
Who am I left to call,
I've hurt everyone, you all.
Words I said to make a point,
You would think I smoked a joint,
Or was the one God did anoint.
A demon grin upon my face,
All my sins only you can erase.
Yet my heart still you trace,
Welcome to my final embrace.
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