Its deep. I'm fluxuating inside. Changing like a cloud. Shapes forming unreconized. Tripping in silence. Breaking down. The movement is critical. Mute to speech. Shifting mind. Direction uncertain. Images confusing thoughts. Open curtains. Side shows off the main stage. Making more sense. Acting out screams. No line of defense. Gripping reality from a dream. Smokes squeezed unheld. Flowing through the fingers. I am not well. Unstable illusions. Roaming freely. Lost in sleep. Blowing off steam. Particles of truth feed the point. Running out of room. My cage is my punishment. Chained to my doom. Uncontrolled emotions play. Passing times chance. Nightmares defeating intensions. Losing my stance. Its deep. Pausing nights are dark. Having their way. Waking not knowing my part.
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