C. MOON - S.S.R.I.

S-S-R-I, anesthetized,
Running dry
Scale images, floating amidst
My own eye
Shaking my brain, now I'm insane
Or aren't I
Listen to this, big assonance,
As it dies
See you can hear it leave, but before it leaves,
It allows you at least some portion of knowing it was activated
It decays. It's scaled
It brings your brain into some other sort of understanding where it actually is
Best
Best
Best
Hang down,
Dried up eyes give you,
Glitter and glitz
Fake now,
Eat some plastic,
Prove that you exist
Make out,
All the problems with,
Compliments
Blissed out,
Your once daily,
Sacrament
Ms. Acronym, give me a kiss,
I need life
Am I depressed? No, I'm a mess.
I can't decide
Hiding from life,
Holed up inside,
Of my mind
Drifting through dreams,
That I've had,
A thousand times
Thousands of times
Hundreds of thousands of times—the same thing every single time
Me losing, the team—the team being upset with me
It's all so difficult. But I've taken notes about it, and here I am, starting to bring it up
Never mind
Best
Best
Best
Hang down,
Dried up eyes give you,
Glitter and glitz
Fake now,
Eat some plastic,
Prove that you exist
Make out,
All the problems with,
Compliments
Blissed out,
Your once daily,
Sacrament

Written by:
Collin Wilkinson

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