January 10, 2020

3:33

White orbs drift through the air
The lamp flickers here and there
There’s voices in my head
I’m pretty sure they’re all dead
The concept of reality blurs
All my prayers are just words
My demons have fallen in love
This isn’t Hell but it’s close enough

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