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Soft murmurs, calculated breaths,
Sing to your lungs and die,
You slowly start panting,
Heavy breathing, you're wasting it all.
Somebody altered my mind,
Must have been something
In the Whiskey I left out in the open,
There are colors everywhere,
Disguised in lies,
Nothing remains still,
Everyone's eyes are on me,
Stop.
They don't stop.
The string quartet starts playing,
Minor notes and unearthly chantings,
Everyone's eyes are on me,
Stop.
They don't stop.
And I run,
My legs feel like water, boneless,
Stumbling, falling, my heart keeps up the pace,
I'm out in the streets,
The light slowly dims,
The sun has been beaten,
The moon, victorious, grins.
She eclipses the heat and I feel the chill,
They are watching,
All the way down the street,
3.4 miles to the next exit,
They all stare at me,
Stop.
They don't stop.
I feel her tears on my face,
The clouds join the moon,
A mutiny against the sun,
It is raining.
Red, ****** rain.
The stream leadds me down,
To the woods by the old Doctor's house,
The trees glance at me,
They are not bothered by my presence,
They shake their leaves,
I'm not welcome here.
Howling wolves, ancient snakes,
There are eyes among the leaves,
There are eyes in the stars,
There are eyes in every steo I take,
They all stare at me,
Stop.
They don't stop.
The stream ends at a clearing,
Where the rocks pay homage to the moon,
The newly crowned King of the sky,
And at the end of the stream, drinking form the pool,
There's someone there.
She's not looking at me but I feel her watching,
She walks over and runs her hand along my hair,
There's blood dripping from her lips,
Sweet blood from her sweet lips,
And in a magical moment, I taste the blood,
It was you all this time,
I should have known it was you,
I should have known it was you Lucy.
PaKa Apr 2021
I imagine this is how we all die

Give me a reason to live and I might not fall down
It's 'cause of all the lower case t's I hate the big hatted clown

Alone in a burning forest:
I watched you grow, now I'll see you die
The crazy flames will put me to rest
And all the pitiful bikes can see me cry
So why won't you stop to say goodbye?

Is this broken stump a metaphor for me?
Am I balancing on the Shakespearean soliloquy?
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy is my memory
Sour dreams made wolverine marks on my body

A few pills never killed anyone
Just pop 'em, I'll be your ******* villain

Am I displaced or are they?
Poor soul, has to work on a Monday
"I'm ashamed, I only took a few,
Please help, I must be misunderstood"
They are ignoring my ******

Invalidity

I'm losing my physical self too, this feels so great
My mind is dead weight
I promised them so I guess I should stop being a tate
One step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Another step
Otger steo
Snother step
Morw stepst
Morvw
Moew
Moq



Empty ***** has become divine
Columbine with an atrophied spine
Report of a suicide attempt

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