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Perception, keep it far from me it means nothing… The chemical imbalance… distorts, rearranges, changes, and manipulates what’s real. What’s reality? Sleep, slumber my long lost friend, we once spent countless nights journeying the deep depths of my conscience and subconscious mind, to places of pure ecstasy Now we meet only when the black outs come I guess there aren’t dreams when you die. Inhalation, I take in more death. I dig deeper into nothing to try and find something. Nothing is all I find, empty, blank, ran out there is something there the white canvas is blank, but I see… I touch enlightenment as I soar through space, my white canvas has become stars, planets, suns… Life is all perception keep perception far from me it means nothing just pass me the death. Inhalation. The sweet death fills my lungs, and takes hold of my soul. My perception is a layer of my intelligence. I can cease to perceive and still exist. I hear vibrations at moving frequencies that can not be quantified, I visualize images that can’t be personified, I smell the aura and aroma of pure existence, I feel the texture of objects beneath my flesh, and I taste life on the tip of my tongue, the taste of loss, pain, love, hatred, peace, and enlightenment. I am living, but I am dead. Inhalation. I breathe in death. I breathe it all the way to my soul. My body shutters. Time fades in and out. I no longer perceive I only exist.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
Perception
Perception, keep it far from me it means nothing… The chemical imbalance… distorts, rearranges, changes, and manipulates what’s real. What’s reality? Sleep, slumber my long lost friend, we once spent countless nights journeying the deep depths of my conscience and subconscious mind, to places of pure ecstasy Now we meet only when the black outs come I guess there aren’t dreams when you die. Inhalation, I take in more death. I dig deeper into nothing to try and find something. Nothing is all I find, empty, blank, ran out there is something there the white canvas is blank, but I see… I touch enlightenment as I soar through space, my white canvas has become stars, planets, suns… Life is all perception keep perception far from me it means nothing just pass me the death. Inhalation. The sweet death fills my lungs, and takes hold of my soul. My perception is a layer of my intelligence. I can cease to perceive and still exist. I hear vibrations at moving frequencies that can not be quantified, I visualize images that can’t be personified, I smell the aura and aroma of pure existence, I feel the texture of objects beneath my flesh, and I taste life on the tip of my tongue, the taste of loss, pain, love, hatred, peace, and enlightenment. I am living, but I am dead. Inhalation. I breathe in death. I breathe it all the way to my soul. My body shutters. Time fades in and out. I no longer perceive I only exist.
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shaqui-scott
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
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