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---Hardcore---

       
       
can you smell it?      
       
the sterile, raw odor of insanity      
last time I was in the psych ward      
I was kicking methadone hardcore        
in four points restraints, drugged up        
still they couldn't keep me down      
screaming obscenities to the heavens      
       
I can feel it again      
       
that ugly feeling creeping up on me      
you're getting crazy        
I hear the voices screaming in my mind      
       
I can taste it      
       
the bland food of the mental ward      
starving myself no food would pass these lips      
thinking I was immortal and didn't need to eat     
       
the memories are flooding back      
       
that bad place, the pain of it      
of sleeping on a rubber bed      
kicking that bitch of a drug    
Hitler's scientists had created      
feeling like a wild animal caged      
phening for a smoke      
anything to get the monster anxiety off my back      
       
the rawness      
       
crawling in my skin      
i'm hurting and I don't know how to fix it      
so I write about it      
       
I can smell that sterile, four point restraint crazy house      
       
can you?      
     
       
       
       
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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