Here it is again, that shaky over charged feeling,
The rush from the poison coursing through me,
Dependence, availability, sadness,
The three ingredients that uncover hidden pains,
I’m forever spilling what I feel into a digital emptiness,
All that is lost and all that is forgotten returns,
There is nowhere to go now, I am self-ignited,
I am lost in what can be, reality has no meaning here,
The pack I carry is heavy, the cup I drink from always empty,
Some souls get better, thinner, faker, happier,
Welcome aboard, we will never make landfall,
And you will never be free from your mind.
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