Slowly Dying.
Every night seems to blend into the next
time, nonexistent
Every day I fail to keep any rest
I do exactly what they want…
Complications
Hesitations
I am crying inside
Dying inside
But my eyes have learned new tricks
They know to drink up all the velvety darkness
A mass of disarranged colors.
The luminescent colors
wrap and trap me
in there deceiving lies.
Overlapping my mind, with pure displeasure.
Dont waste any more time
Come…
We are leaving.
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