BeaconFire - Ruminate

I'm running the same
Syllables in my brain
Sadistic nihilistic
Trying to not overthink
It's incredibly cold in here
Merely my own emanation
Voidless illumination
Self conscious interrogation
Overall, nothing to fear
It's so cold in here
Chaotic impulses inducing misinterpretation
Overworking imagination caught in this glitch
This glitch glitch glitch glitch sequence
A repetitive occurrence
Can anything cure this infliction in my brain
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
Rumination
Go ahead and cut the incision
Relieve this pressure
And clear my vision
Rumination
Constant turning of my mind
No end is in sight
I must be stuck here
Inside my own
Imagination
At the hearth of this
Overactive conscious
Lies a certain stillness
Only I can enjoy
For the moment I'm free
From my uncertainties
And in a heartbeat it's all taken from
Me
Losing my grip
My mind is lost
It shatters my mind into
Tiny little pieces
Call it a rotation
Call it a sequence
Self diagnosis
The rumination
Shatters my mind
To tiny little pieces
Shatters my mind
Into tiny little pieces
Rumination
Go ahead and cut the incision
Relieve this pressure
And clear my vision
Rumination
Constant turning of my mind
No end is in sight
I must be stuck here
Inside my own
Imagination
No end is in sight

Written by:
Eli Burris

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