My mind is decaying.
It isn't the same.
But this is my dream
Come to me
Come to reality.
What can I do
To stop the sea of Sick
Creeping up my hip
Brushing its fingers along my jaw
This decay
Has taken over the way
That I pray
That I lay
Peaceful in my mess
I have made a new friend.
She's the most loyal one yet
And she knows the
Bitter
Taste of rejection.
She calls herself respect
But I know her truth is revenge.
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Bloom.
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