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SmileThenBleed Feb 2019
Distorted reality
Pressure points of totality
Shifting gears to insanity
See the world with clarity
Never mention immortality
A flight of thought towards eternity
Comprehending the universe in its complexity
Now every thought’s a new universe
A new journey towards the point
of complete and utter silence
Where one is whole
and whole is one
Trespassing through realities
Never fighting with anxieties
No more need of sedatives
No sign of the pestilence
Never ever clinging by the fake reality
Words smiling by the path of clarity
Bringing light bringing sanity
Endless trip of visions
All there is and more
Making new decisions
Capturing the whole
Me and reality that is death and fatality
Just another facet of tiring mortality
Existence seems like a fallacy
In the realm of possible realities
Bruce Ruston Mar 2015
It’s the pills and the bottle
that kills you
without death
sometimes your mind needs them
till you heal and you realise
that you have killed apart of yourself
sometimes it dies forever
and you never know who you are
even cheerful people **** parts
of themselves to survive
It’s the pills and the bottle
that kills you
without death
two pills twice a day
a mind ******
and a bottle taken
without control

sometimes doctors know best
sometimes a part death
is better than any upgrade
Maybe some people have to revisit
tiny deaths till the living parts
make more sense

Sometimes
A poem is the first hand extended
when the self is confused
and help
well it’s just a voice away

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