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To Our Vices
Discharged from a hole
Error to the throne
I am not human
At least, not as you understand it
Smoggy thoughts, manic
This is my diet
I will never stop
My body is failing, I must sustain
Pressures you exude
Are hands on the noose
I am not human
So do not ask of me to let it go.
Error to the throne
I am not human
At least, not as you understand it
Smoggy thoughts, manic
This is my diet
I will never stop
My body is failing, I must sustain
Pressures you exude
Are hands on the noose
I am not human
So do not ask of me to let it go.
Published 29th Jan 2023
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29th Jan 2023 6:39pm
To say I am not human, it seems a perspective perhaps of feeling dehumanized, taken advantage of or abused. There is a sense of struggle and confusion in metaphors such as smoggy thoughts and hands on a noose.
This feels like a personal dive and I appreciate connecting with you.
This feels like a personal dive and I appreciate connecting with you.
