Laying here,
I've felt it before.
Out of my body,
Out of the skin, I so desperately am tied to.
I star at dozens of orange bottles saved up from years, hospital visits, doctors visits.
Which combination will do the trick?
If anyone claims they are "normal"
I don't believe them.
We are all ill.
Fact.
My disease is binding others to my love,
To my grip of lust.
I adore them all,
They fall in deep.
I numb the pain.
Living in an alternate reality,
I inhale the lavendar mist that diffuses in my room.
Let the walls move,
They dance in the headlights of cars passing by.
A street light flickers...
I wish it would just burn out.
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