Its the thing that stops,
minds turn into a wasteland,
buzzing burns bodies to the core,
like the waiting of yellowstone,
anticipating erruption.
My
Mind
Illusions of the past dressed up,
Just a t-shirt.
wearing a small problem reality,
but hiding daggers.
My
Mind
Is
Its the distracted thoughts,
the waves of trauma,
the nothing else above,
the drive for escape.
My
Mind
Is
Crumbling.
minds turn into a wasteland,
buzzing burns bodies to the core,
like the waiting of yellowstone,
anticipating erruption.
My
Mind
Illusions of the past dressed up,
Just a t-shirt.
wearing a small problem reality,
but hiding daggers.
My
Mind
Is
Its the distracted thoughts,
the waves of trauma,
the nothing else above,
the drive for escape.
My
Mind
Is
Crumbling.
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