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Drilling, spinning, burning
Numbing sets in, turning
Over my
Spacious mind corroding
To a narrow path that's
Dwindling into neuropathic suffering
My ligaments descending
Slowly disappearing
Feeling quickly going
'Til they no longer exist
Pines and needles coming
Stomach churning
Eyes are yearning
To cut off the oxygen caressing their wet surface
My eyes are full of sunlight
Yet they're aching for the night sky
Body wants to fall through
The confines of my bed
Disconnecting from my head
Brain continues melting
Take another pill
Shut up, you're okay.
You've always been this way.