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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required SCRIPT Shout but no one can hear you especially when it’s a dream Deep in the subconscious we pick up disturbing images to theme Aggravation inside my mind fighting with its self-annihilation scream Rotting corpses look at me and maggots run through the eye sockets beam A word on the wall saying” everything is murder and the time is not worth what we have been “ A yellow stained door opens and a prostitute is digging heroin because she wants it all to go away and not seen All of the people are wasted but all of us are dreaming to be something else but a smack head when it seems A dog barks and the dealer is vigilant that nobody panics then the next customer arrives wanting something but not knowing what he needs The man with the prostitute tells her she needs to work harder if she is not to face the wrath of his greed’s Light a cigarette when the shot has hit the spot and the nicotine inhales like a snake sliding through your lungs as you again visit the master of dark deeds For me the longer I injected and the people I saw I was resurrected to be far away from these breeds Not long after that I was infested with thoughts of that no one ever thinks he can see is a destruction made by my whole body weakening then I awoke for the first time in a sterile ward in which I had no recollection then cried like a lost child in a forest were darkness breathes.
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