Ecstasy Down
Endless monologues dragging through my head,
I wish I was more interesting with everything I said.
I pray to be better,
I pray to be more.
I wish I could break through this nailed down door.
Schizophrenic.
Is that what this is?
Two people twisted in an endless abyss.
Yet it will get better,
It always does.
I wish I could retain that ecstasy buzz.
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