Binge
October 02, 2015
I hear my name
being called
in the soft static hiss
as the world
turns vague
flickering
notions
into poisonous medicine
I cannot stop
swallowing
Hours
stretch
into days
seep
into weeks
bleed
into years
The last words
I hear
my own
silence
Where did my life go?
The plasma shimmers
blissful
into
the void
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Yep, that pretty much sums it up. (perfect picture for it)
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