We Are Only As Sick As Our Secrets
Mystic shadows recoil my essence,
Memory overlaps stupor,
Which in turn, overlaps coma,
Detached from reality for so long that it becomes my reality,
Hopelessness replaced by wretched agony,
Momentary loss of function,
Life has become an entombed visit to a Trent Reznor song,
Cancer black spits at my pride,
Elevator ride to deeper thoughts of mass confusion,
Chaotic rewind,
Can a soul dissipate?
Can I destroy my everything?
Artificial tongue equals plastic reward,
So, so sad………….
Mutilation of self,
Personality cut into tiny pieces and shredded to a lesser form,
Disintegration of Spirit,
Blackness persists,
Too close to death to be scared,
Too close to insanity to care.
Memory overlaps stupor,
Which in turn, overlaps coma,
Detached from reality for so long that it becomes my reality,
Hopelessness replaced by wretched agony,
Momentary loss of function,
Life has become an entombed visit to a Trent Reznor song,
Cancer black spits at my pride,
Elevator ride to deeper thoughts of mass confusion,
Chaotic rewind,
Can a soul dissipate?
Can I destroy my everything?
Artificial tongue equals plastic reward,
So, so sad………….
Mutilation of self,
Personality cut into tiny pieces and shredded to a lesser form,
Disintegration of Spirit,
Blackness persists,
Too close to death to be scared,
Too close to insanity to care.
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