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ac1dboii · 2 years
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Manic
Woke up bathed in blood with no recollection of yesterday what a fever dream.
Feels like a nightclub hangover but turns out I just killed someone.
I fought to the dead with blood Lust, she really is a work of art tainted in crimson.
Now I look at what I have done, killed my old self to lavish a version that's no better.
Rather die than live again under the impression that I'm an idol when manic hits.
Rather die than live again to be crucified by those perked up dopamine crusaders.
Cause it gets me so high I might actually commit to the double side of a knife.
At this point I'm god like, those who can change the weather like I change my facial expressions.
It can somehow be worst than a 1912 shipwreck cause by my logic I'm completely fine.
By sunset my mind has been hollowed through and the disco lights have been shattered.
It's the same morning again with the ruby red stains and the motionless body of my mind.
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