Comming Down
I can't understand why I have no control over myself
Left hanging in the wind
with a tremendous awe
splattered across the still functioning
parts of my brain
I see it happening
I know that I should stop
But what will be left for me if I actually stop
More time to try and resolve
the whos
the whys
and the hows
And sober at that
within no time
the volcanic rage and the rivers of depression
inside of me
will explode and flood the whole pathetic planet
The old me
with its near balance of living
will be torn to shreds
and allowed to float among the stars
before being sucked into
the complete hell
I have created
Where the dreams die
Where you realize
there is no mystery
our lives mean less than nothing
Time and Space devours all
leaving us with even less than before
I am saving you all
going nowhere and
destroying my body
murdering my brain
all so the real me stays inside.
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