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Every time i open my mouth, it's a close call cause i might blurt something out that's only reserved for the walls inside of my room inside of this home the walls inside of my head. . .
The weight of the secrets pinning me down on my deathbed could outweigh the weight of the weightless faces that I've slashed in a blind quest to live before I wake. . .
Mother! Father! Help! there are bodies piled up by my bedpost a thousand people I've killed in poetry have come back to haunt me. . .
Brother! Sister! Help! There are shadows loitering by the doorway bound and gagged and buckling in the foyer and Help! They're all wearing my face. . .
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Every time i close my eyes, there's water water sloshing through my sluggish mind is the water i used up cause my thoughts like to swim around and drown but things fall out of them without intent for my mind is leaky and in dire need of repair a faucet corroded after having let through flood after flood of thoughts sinking in despair
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Sweet dreams are made of sleeping pills but can you really dream if you don't sleep? Can you really cry if you don't feel? and can you really live if you've died?
Traveling through a medicated trance of saturated fantasy The more i run, the more i'm pushed into the hands of this denial of what i don't want my days to be. . . A walking denial, like the rest of the lot Know, did you not that what's in is screamingout even if there's nothing? Hope, will you not that you're the same as them and screaming at something that's notthere?
Cause I'm just somebody else, just another empty parking lot barely holding onto the asphalt washed and brushed away by the rain I'm just somebody else living through the unquenchable hunger of what i don't know and feeding off of the one thing i know of in abundance; pain. . .
Yeah, piggies, i'm just somebody else just like you.
