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The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.
ellen-joyce
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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