The feeling in my dream
so real
in reality,
hidden beneath

I can't dwell on it
I can't dwell on any of it
But I do
I dwell on depression
and on sickening thoughts

When mind suffers; body cries out

from your lips
to god's ears
bite the bullet
lower your sights
at the feet of Death

I'll never turn
my face to god
nor my back to those
who really give a shit

And will never lean
on to anything
so that I could not
stand on my own

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