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All the wrong reasonsMired with hypocrisy and drowned in fear, Pull on the gas mask but still struggle to swallow each breath. Its quiet now but soon the horizon will be blanketed in mushroom clouds, New suns erupting before the dust has settled from the last dawn. Drink deeply, but it burns all the way down and sits in the stomach, Weighted and churning, room spins out of control. Time blends into color and right into wrong, Millions of thoughts fill the mind, a paradox of guilt and confidence. Regret and remorse flood in and over for time long passed, Surface ascends as the light is choked out until nothingAll the wrong reasons
by ~lokagura
parasiteParasitic Burrowing deep under your skin hooked teeth injecting their poisons deep inside clouding your mind and infecting your thought Dragging you down into a dark existanceparasite
Pulling them out one by one Casting them out and burning them away Suturing your wounds to bring you back to what you are.
Amputation is the only solution.
by ~lokagura
SlippingI'm slipping. Been winding down the darker road. The bright neon glow of liquor stores and stripclubs litter the way but in between it's only a darkness that makes suns out of shadows. I try to look back but the path behind me is rampant with fog, shrouding any sense of origin in confusion and doubt. My eyes are forced to the path ahead and I stampede forward at a break-neck pace. Moving onward into the frightening unknown, without direction or concern, convinced that there is no way to turn back. Hoping that at the end of this tunnel there is no light, for certainly after being in the dark for so long, it would only burn me away.Slipping
by ~lokagura
BleachThey have been watching me closer now. If I turn my head fast enough I can see them looking in through the windows before they duck back into the bushes. I can hear the creaks at night when they press their ears to my wall as they try and listen. On the second floor I hear them pacing, waiting for the order to come for me. They slipped something into my heroin and now I have microscopic microphones under my skin. They think they have me now, but I know better, I'll cut them out with my shaving razor and flush them down the drain. I'll do my teeth at the same time. They drilled tracking devices into them while I was sleeping. I'll pBleach
by ~lokagura
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How to Fix EverythingMy mom is in here bugging me. “Quit writing.” She’s told me that countless times, ever since they found my juvenile-angst poems scrawled on wide ruled paper when I was in the fifth grade. I remember sitting in my old living room, watching in horror and humiliation as they retrieved my poetry from the secretary’s bottom drawer. “What the hell is this?” they asked. “You can’t write like this, about these things. Are you disturbed?”How to Fix Everything
Fast-forward two years, sitting in my parents’ room as they play a voicemail my friend Krysti left me on my home phone. A three way call; she didn’t
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