Have you ever felt tangled up in your own limbs?
There really is no winning when you're fighting with the wind.
Restless, distraught. On my disposition, demon's creep.
If I am to die, these antihistamines will help me sleep.
This conflagration won't stop its wild burning.
Vision blurring, I feel the earth has stopped its turning.
A part of myself, my mind has suddenly stopped discerning.
A hurricane inside of me has left the sea stirring.
Here's a little taste of my reality.
I have found of late, I'm growing so sick of my mortality.
Anxiety eating again at my insides like insects.
An understanding so hard to grasp, indescribable, my distress.
If I could set fire to my every emotion,
To awaken and never feel another thing.
Watch it burn!
"I watched as the wretched waste became dust in the flame.
A rapturous tremble overcame my body as my sickness was satisfied; my aversion cured.
Skin bubbled from their bodies, muscle melted away, bones marred.
Buildings crumbled, becoming charcoal and ash.
A smell filled the air; the scent of burning flesh and wood.
I inhaled deeply. A smile stretched across my face, and the town was no more.
There was no one left but me, standing in the midst of clearing smoke.
I pissed on the remains."
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