brilliant confusion
inside a beautiful mind.
on the run from a terror,
but the terror is i.
feeding my own death,
my medicine is my sickness
but more sickness
is the key to the numbness.
above it,
to high to feel at all
mind escaping explanations
just to evade the fall
while it all,
builds up in my bottle
of emotions
leading to the popped bottle
and reactions in slow motion
blurred vision,
low and slanted eye sight
trip over these bars,
black out with out a fight.
overcame by the intensity of this
lean
a folded road ahead but a path
unseen
never a foot on the breaks,
i cant slow down
im on another planet,
and ill never come down.
away from the stench of people
and the odor of their lies
dancing through the air
who is to know why?
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