i'm thinking. And everything has gone still. waking from a dream. a dream you wish, you crave. the only thing that could swallow the pain. your throat can't take it. your throat can't take it all.
sun stained skin and eyes like bombs. withdrawn and choking.
can't you feel this?
it radiates from me, it crawls right through you in my mind. in my mind.
knife points, razors, cut, slice, and tear watch it all bleed away
can't you feel this?
can't you feel this?
can't you feel this?
can't you feel this?
can't you feel this?
I'm so goddamn certain that if you don't feel this then i'm all ready. all ready dead. and already to go. good night
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