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going home just to die
its so cold being dead ,
he whispers to the voices in his head,
today was a bad day indeed
as he came to.
crumbled up
on the ground ,
next to his bed
bleeding from his head
,
he tried again today with no success ,
he takes a grateful dead bandanna
he sees under the bed
cleans his face the
memories infect and poison his head
he keeps in contact
with his doctor back west ,
assisted suicide program
he has access ,
6 month tho
the program it takes
for them to approve your fate,
classes and doctors he must see
to prove in certainty that
this path ive truly chosen for me,
ever since he can remember
he has wanted to die
and many times he has tried
,succeeding once
only to be brought back to life ,
to live in another curse
on earth now knowing in certainty
there is an under-verse waiting for me....
fuck my nose just popped blew blood all over the keyboard ill finish later my head hurts.
okie dokie folks lets finish this shit...start at last verse
there is an under verse waiting for me.
deep depression slithers in this shell of a body
snakes bugs rats and guts fester inside me
toixc holocaost reaction melt down whats left of me
you cant understand how powerful it is
this skitzo-affective manic depprssion that is
it consumes me
eats me
riddels my body
leaving me empty .
the health affects of this mental illness are unknown
but i can tell you it destroys me more than the dope
maybe the addiction is a by product of this sickness
but i dont dwell on the origins of it.
its there to stay within me
pushing the ones i love
far away from me
keeping me isolated
so it can have its way with me
endlessly .
internally
it will torture me
i try not to take it out
one the ones i love
but only two
have ever exsisted for me,.
you say what about your blood family ?
fuck those bitches
ill sew them together
to make a nice blanket
there soft skins soothing me
hey look my moms tattoo
i remember when she got that to.
i knew you had a purpose mom
thanks alot to
now i scan the skins
looking for the rest of my kin
playing connect the dots.
like i was a kid again
he whispers to the voices in his head,
today was a bad day indeed
as he came to.
crumbled up
on the ground ,
next to his bed
bleeding from his head
,
he tried again today with no success ,
he takes a grateful dead bandanna
he sees under the bed
cleans his face the
memories infect and poison his head
he keeps in contact
with his doctor back west ,
assisted suicide program
he has access ,
6 month tho
the program it takes
for them to approve your fate,
classes and doctors he must see
to prove in certainty that
this path ive truly chosen for me,
ever since he can remember
he has wanted to die
and many times he has tried
,succeeding once
only to be brought back to life ,
to live in another curse
on earth now knowing in certainty
there is an under-verse waiting for me....
fuck my nose just popped blew blood all over the keyboard ill finish later my head hurts.
okie dokie folks lets finish this shit...start at last verse
there is an under verse waiting for me.
deep depression slithers in this shell of a body
snakes bugs rats and guts fester inside me
toixc holocaost reaction melt down whats left of me
you cant understand how powerful it is
this skitzo-affective manic depprssion that is
it consumes me
eats me
riddels my body
leaving me empty .
the health affects of this mental illness are unknown
but i can tell you it destroys me more than the dope
maybe the addiction is a by product of this sickness
but i dont dwell on the origins of it.
its there to stay within me
pushing the ones i love
far away from me
keeping me isolated
so it can have its way with me
endlessly .
internally
it will torture me
i try not to take it out
one the ones i love
but only two
have ever exsisted for me,.
you say what about your blood family ?
fuck those bitches
ill sew them together
to make a nice blanket
there soft skins soothing me
hey look my moms tattoo
i remember when she got that to.
i knew you had a purpose mom
thanks alot to
now i scan the skins
looking for the rest of my kin
playing connect the dots.
like i was a kid again
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