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Bluelighter
This is not about the highs of heroin, this is about the cold turkey withdrawal, in jail. Enjoy. I know I have, five times to be exact, no sleep for days on end. Hope this makes some people not pick it up in the first place.
Have you ever had shivers down your spine so ironically divine, makes you think your soul is leaving you behind? Temperature so low; concrete slicked on all fours, is this really what I sought for? No rest; this must be a test? No more comfort as of yet, the sickness will never let me rest. Hope becomes just a word, I start to forget the meaning, as I really start fiending.
I reached out for god, yet the only answer I received was a scream down the hall. Rolling on the floor, feeling so sore, a knock on the door. Nurse dressed nice, looks at me with disdain, I give him the slip for Advil, any relief would be a gain. He waddles away, malice in his eyes, seeking to watch the hopeless wiggle and cry; He wouldn't give me anything at all, except a smirk, I wonder why? He didn't even say goodbye.
Only way to settle the flow of pent up-aggression, was too keep skulking in repression, my emotions are intensive. It flew out, molten slew of past feelings I barely knew; I started ramming, myself and my will, against the walls and the slits, barely perceptible bits. The shooting pain numbs the shame and causes distraction from the anxiety that will always remain, moments move much, much, too slow. Struggling, can't take it, I'm not going to make it. Try to hang myself with a blanket.
Perception of pain, repeats in vain; incursion is thy name, goddamn I miss her all the same; can't help feel lame. Memories flash and crash, all those regrets, pools of infinite depth whorl in my mind, yet I must decline, as it is not yet my time. Cavil is becoming the only thing left.
Only way to feel alive, is to push myself up one more time. Breathing slow and relaxed, I know I'm in the middle of a fast. Focus only on the movements, get lost in the sensation of gravitational pulsation, a new rotation, bodily animation. Stay steady on this routine; smile at the latrine, no one knows what I've seen. Soon I will expose the core of this very strange esoteric lore. This is the path I choose to adore, I only remembered afterwards, once more.
Have you ever had shivers down your spine so ironically divine, makes you think your soul is leaving you behind? Temperature so low; concrete slicked on all fours, is this really what I sought for? No rest; this must be a test? No more comfort as of yet, the sickness will never let me rest. Hope becomes just a word, I start to forget the meaning, as I really start fiending.
I reached out for god, yet the only answer I received was a scream down the hall. Rolling on the floor, feeling so sore, a knock on the door. Nurse dressed nice, looks at me with disdain, I give him the slip for Advil, any relief would be a gain. He waddles away, malice in his eyes, seeking to watch the hopeless wiggle and cry; He wouldn't give me anything at all, except a smirk, I wonder why? He didn't even say goodbye.
Only way to settle the flow of pent up-aggression, was too keep skulking in repression, my emotions are intensive. It flew out, molten slew of past feelings I barely knew; I started ramming, myself and my will, against the walls and the slits, barely perceptible bits. The shooting pain numbs the shame and causes distraction from the anxiety that will always remain, moments move much, much, too slow. Struggling, can't take it, I'm not going to make it. Try to hang myself with a blanket.
Perception of pain, repeats in vain; incursion is thy name, goddamn I miss her all the same; can't help feel lame. Memories flash and crash, all those regrets, pools of infinite depth whorl in my mind, yet I must decline, as it is not yet my time. Cavil is becoming the only thing left.
Only way to feel alive, is to push myself up one more time. Breathing slow and relaxed, I know I'm in the middle of a fast. Focus only on the movements, get lost in the sensation of gravitational pulsation, a new rotation, bodily animation. Stay steady on this routine; smile at the latrine, no one knows what I've seen. Soon I will expose the core of this very strange esoteric lore. This is the path I choose to adore, I only remembered afterwards, once more.
