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Justin Thyme
Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found. With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around. I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson. I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets. Now my hound pulls at my trousers. When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers. I'm pale looking clownish. I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering. Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing. Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt. Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown. I've got to get out. Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot. A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation. A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation. A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes. As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying. Embracing the night watching day light escaping. Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens. The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil. I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped. Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest. Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss. Analysing my past thinking did I even exist. Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon. God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet. The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night. Was made strict then was bitten by count Dracula. Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula. Tendrils gargantuan. Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance. Inserting the catheter. Wired like capacitors. Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
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