in the days when we were painted redMature

because i'm bored
why else do something?
just succumb
to this madness
this oh so madness
and leave your sanity
behind
in the rubble
of your mind

just die in these fires
and burn to death
just die in these
fires of hell

and i think
i'm losing it again
with syrupy thick
dread rising in my stomach
and sourness
tainting my throat
and i feel
as though i am sick
even though
there is nothing
'physically'
wrong with me,
they say.

they say,
they say,
they say.

as i succumb
to this sweet
madness.

The End

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