My shadow's seductive song steers me into a comatose state, as a deep slumber or senseless stupor envelops me ...helpless...paralyzed It starts to gnaw away at what I thought was real. leaving a murky thick blur, that swallows like the black rushing wave of an absolute abyss. Twisting dark spirals cluster, as a pulsating pressure thuds away urgently like a ticking clock counting down the time
Slowly as I sink, I embrace its cold peace that's sweetly sweeps over me.
How do I stop the ****** voices from talkin. This emotional roller coaster is a muthafucker. Bout ready to get off. when's the next stop? Feeling stuck in a pit bottom How do I make it to the top? Who can I talk to without passing the virus That's eating me internally Taking away from my being Being able to smile, being able to provide, to support & encourage My vision of the positive constantly distorted It's a plague & it's contagious You'd take cover if you knew better But ignorance is the greatest. How would you know when I've painted on a grin Not until I open my mouth and escapes the Gin Off my breath into your face Then you'll understand a lil better My mental state
It is not a mirage. This; it is vital they share the same blue veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different airs. To live, is to learn how to rejoice with paresthesia causing liquor down your throat and be in the stupor without feeling stupid. Stupors feel better lucid and this, this all feels better in sleep.
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