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NEW DOSE

That drop of blood,rolls down my arm.

Sacred life escapes it's home.

The whispers blend into the whitest noise.

The ceiling is my T.V.screen.

Just until I can move again.

Below me,the whole world's floor drops.

It's clear the faces hovering,

are figuring what to do with me.

Unable to intervene,I drift away.

God I must have been gone for years.

Combining with the color felt so real.

Inside a dream I fell asleep,

and woke up in reality,

but left behind some parts of me in there.

Written by jaspersilence
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2014
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