supersonic
Bluelighter
Subliminally I crawl awake to the dawn ahead of me.
I try to speak in tones that make sense, but I have none anymore.
What emotions have I yet to speak of?
How much further can I propel this tailspin of thoughts from delivering itself into the path of oblivion.
Here I go again.
Here I cry again.
Here I collapse again.
Grey.
Like the winds of the subtle hum of the mechanic vibrations.
Its all around us don't you hear it, these powerlines that scream at us.
Oh how I want to scream like that again.
How I want to feel more than this acceptance, more than this introspection.
I want to be heard here, with my voice breaking apart at the seams.
Scream please no longer do I have to sit in this chair.
Sit there, please be fit and right, listen to father.
Listen to him show me how to scream right.
How to rip it tight, good and tight.
Was I numb before the pills, before the needles, before wafting smoke.
What came first, was I losing it, did I need to sustain the only thing that I knew.
I can't sit here anymore, placate myself, I need to feel pain, because than at least I can feel again.
gray.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
I try to speak in tones that make sense, but I have none anymore.
What emotions have I yet to speak of?
How much further can I propel this tailspin of thoughts from delivering itself into the path of oblivion.
Here I go again.
Here I cry again.
Here I collapse again.
Grey.
Like the winds of the subtle hum of the mechanic vibrations.
Its all around us don't you hear it, these powerlines that scream at us.
Oh how I want to scream like that again.
How I want to feel more than this acceptance, more than this introspection.
I want to be heard here, with my voice breaking apart at the seams.
Scream please no longer do I have to sit in this chair.
Sit there, please be fit and right, listen to father.
Listen to him show me how to scream right.
How to rip it tight, good and tight.
Was I numb before the pills, before the needles, before wafting smoke.
What came first, was I losing it, did I need to sustain the only thing that I knew.
I can't sit here anymore, placate myself, I need to feel pain, because than at least I can feel again.
gray.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
