| | It still occurs fairly regularly
Hasn't it always
The nervous disbelief
The attempted invocation of nonexistent
Destructive
Even self-destructive
Phenomena
Filling, filing one by one
Into the cognition
Of an overused mind
At no sign with no
Warning
Spontaneity seems to have lost its quixotic
Qualities
You've taken notice
Haven't you
And said nothing
Feeding the festering burn
A gangrenous sore
And you pour that tainted alcohol
In a frail attempt to heal
To heal
To heal
And you poison
A sterile hex
And it burns like hell
Like we will
I want my sanity back
Here with me
For now
I smolder
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