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04-22-2021, 05:28 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Apr 2021
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Scar Tissue
I sit here and panic patiently
Stuck in a place I can’t explain and that can’t be explained to me These demons keep me awake No prayer to the lord cause there is no soul to take Scattered thought sometimes confuse me my sanity intact but I refuse to admit these demons getting through to me To be honest I enjoy the company that abuses me I push and provoke them lose control of them then blame them when the relapse is over and call it closure They been behind my eyes for all of my life stuck on the inside Wind always blowing in my mind always night so shelter is hard to find Please kill this vibe If the desires of the flesh define the demon then I’m fighting myself and can’t between them It’ll take a tactician to get my loved ones to an intervention My loved ones are hard to find Because they are works of fiction Ones that shared thier blood with me as I do have a lack of emotion caused by dosing that causes narcosis I’m the magician committed to ingredient getting and mixing my potion devoting extreme devotions to these insane ideas and notions I’m older time to dispose of it lord knows it is This chapter ends and a new one begins where the letters I write Dena is sent Expose me to closure I’ll do the closing after all the curves and years that got me here and the time spent between my ears **** amazes me how I can outline the crazy that encases me so lazily Writing with no patience patiently |
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