a new grip on reality, harsh and surreal.
no choice when they call and ****** demons in your face.
like the rorschach from another world.
words unfamiliar,
voices of concern,
loss of ordinary desire.
like a hot day in heaven,
the sweat pours down the back of my neck;
nerves.
anxiety like woah.
bottle it up and cork it for another day.
message in a bottle like some childhood treat in the devil's playground.
this consumes faster and faster;
i feel it.
warning signs gone unheeded like the bombing of the moon led to earthquakes,
tsunamis,
rogue waves.
no life jacket.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
a new grip on reality, harsh and surreal.
no choice when they call and ****** demons in your face.
like the rorschach from another world.
words unfamiliar,
voices of concern,
loss of ordinary desire.
like a hot day in heaven,
the sweat pours down the back of my neck;
nerves.
anxiety like woah.
bottle it up and cork it for another day.
message in a bottle like some childhood treat in the devil's playground.
this consumes faster and faster;
i feel it.
warning signs gone unheeded like the bombing of the moon led to earthquakes,
tsunamis,
rogue waves.
no life jacket.
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