painfully obvious that my eyes and my thoughts and my pain aren’t my own. i’ve been tasting colors with my dilated pupils and i’ve transcended my anchored skull. i can’t even look you in the eyes anymore. i’m a fucking animal. i’m a rabid dog. euthanasia is my resolution to this empty and dried skull face. keep my mouth watered with the lord and hide my demons from my angel mother. lets see how far this waste will last. until it paints my bedroom walls blood red. schizophrenia taking me further down than hell and i can feel the earth rotating with my temples. triangular mouths milking her nipples dry but your sunshine was always brighter than mine. i feel like god is spread-eagle on my face. let’s take away the silence and descend into our deathbeds
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wow you are amazing, i used to write then had a head injury that impaired it but this is really good. but the schiz part, it’s not a disease but a gift trust me make it your own if you need help. when you need me ill help you just talk it out