Mst mst

Laying on a surface enclosed by white walls
Wasting away until the nightfall
Encircling my mind to rediscover courage
But doubt is the only one left to flourish
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Shivering with agony
a play of anxiety, even during sobriety
with emotions reinforced by a thread
always looking forward with everything to dread
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a screaming organ with a fist
fighting its way out as if its not needed for one to coexist
in a body that's awoken daily to function
thinks about nothing but self destruction
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a shut of an eyelid creating a dark universe
hoping to be explained without adverse
maybe it's a functional curse
that my mind happily coerced
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tension trying to break even
in a mind with no safehaven
the only way to survive
is trying not to cave in
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