it's time to go into the me below my morbid self beneath a peril trip the last way out i spin as i let go in spirals down the narrow lines passing through my aura spit me out into my mind a journey through disease
i'm behind my cynic eyes that stare but can not see the sickness in me ... beneath ...
i fall in untruthful me the essence of my thoughts
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