supersonic
Bluelighter
What it is, is so hard to grasp and thats half the reason it burns so vicously.
If only I could pin the demon down correctly I could kill it, I could see it in the light.
God, and I'm always doing this, this constant fight.
I wish there was more than this empty sore that I keep pouring antibiotic onto and every moment it feels healed it tears and rips and bleeds and flows so frequently one wonders if there is too much blood loss.
Just when I think I'm crashing to the ground these hands hold me above my fate, and hope sinks in.
and just when I think I'm going to be rescued those hands let go again.
And now I've stopped thinking either fate will come and I'm here sitting in the middle of it all.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
If only I could pin the demon down correctly I could kill it, I could see it in the light.
God, and I'm always doing this, this constant fight.
I wish there was more than this empty sore that I keep pouring antibiotic onto and every moment it feels healed it tears and rips and bleeds and flows so frequently one wonders if there is too much blood loss.
Just when I think I'm crashing to the ground these hands hold me above my fate, and hope sinks in.
and just when I think I'm going to be rescued those hands let go again.
And now I've stopped thinking either fate will come and I'm here sitting in the middle of it all.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
