I can only tell you what it feels like:
Disturbed emotions
Steel knives in my windpipe.
Drowning in hallucinations
Fueled by fastidious paranoia.
Eruptive, crushing, clawing
A feeble mind to pieces.
But I know he'll resurrect me
He fucking hates me
And I love it.
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This ending threw me for a loop. I like it. Also, "fastidious"... SUCH a good word!
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