The pain in the mirrors too much.
Touched.
Caught in
webs of sin
Addicted to thinking
Obsessions drrug
Compulsive pain
Making
Shaking
Freedom off
Aworsbubble
Worship reason
Aks
Liberation.NO !
Caught in identity

Webs of thought
I fought
Thirst for oblivion
I thought them off
Too late
Fists beat the box but hope eludes
Too rude
Metal sinks
The world fades
softly
I Fuck the moment
And regrettably
lament
You're here
At last
Help!

Automatic response
I ran , can I
Touch change
blame you?
Machine or man
, rage
Too much range
No choice
I use your voice
And rejoice

Not enough
Too much
A rush
Cant fix
We come apart
Clean we grow
Fall together
Suspend belief
It never ends

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