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Sanitarium
Falling through the cold air, sliding through mud down a cliff side. Skins paler than pale and I can't breath or see straight. As the air caress' the skin and the dirt stains me as I drop further down into a blood filled lake feeling the heavy water restrict my movement and pulling me down like quick sand I. Waterfall into the asylum corridor and find my self back in the sanitarium. Pills don't work. Doctor slides off the wall with a burnt smile on his face asking how you are you feeling today? I should of held a mirror in his face. It reflected more on him than me but I created him. He doesn't care I don't think. Sand bag body falls of the ceiling, doctors fill the room nurses say nothing they look but they don't know what to say. Imagination, desecration. My pit my imagination my asylum. I awaken not feeling fully conscious again. The day feels like a dream like any other day of this existence, I blackout seeing the day in stages my mood swings come back twisting my head around revealing another face. I change like I'm bi polar I feel strange again getting up in a distorted World of my perception. Sometimes I come back here, sometimes I leave and sometimes it scarres and scares me.
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