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Written to TDSOTM Nayz

Vision blue tinted
Imprinted new image
Sunlight's become too bright to fight the pillage

Mind's eye infected
Hindsight collected
Even with that knowledge I can't find protection

Red pilled and fed, still a mess
Head filled with stress
Regrets still regress any steps I progressed

Reps that I press and the rest that I get barely stretch to correct all the debt on my head

Chest not convex
Connect with depression
Anxious and vexed
Dangers that crept

Post-trauma hauntings
Post order sorting
So bored of boredom
Close to postmortem

No form of freedom
Woke in the evening
Sleep by the morning
Soul sure to leave him

Hold doors for demons
Lead the to their target
Cold for 4 seasons
They're reaping my harvest

Casket dreams, a basket case, arsenic tasting sweet
Past breaking free from the past chasing me

Take a knee and pray that someone saves the weak, gracefully
And thankful when my day's complete, escape the grief

Book of crooked pages where I leak my brain and speak the pain accumulated through the days of brutal rain

Are you insane as well as me?
Who's to say what's meant to be, mentally, expected?
Demented or a better thing?

Sell a dream to jelly-brain Telly-Teens
Tell 'em chase, telly wage, celebrity, heavenly

Legalise portals to ethereal regions
Serial greed and delirium breeding imperial-

-ism, prism prisons where the children are the victim
Truth hidden, too deep, to seek assistance

Watching the clock
Tick tock, tick tock, drift off
I promised to stop, that's it Josh

No more now
No more ever
Breathe one last time to pass time forever

No more now
No more ever
Breathe one last time to pass time forever

Cautious, self absorbed
self important self extortion
Health aborted, wealth as well, to hell I boarded

Fraught with distortion
Caught with a portion too gorgeous
Life shortened, deported

Lay where the worms get to work
Safe from the pain and the hurt
Satan will play and she flirts
Pray you can learn from my turn