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I'm unwell

Sick in the head

Brain dead

Pull the trigger

I'm getting closer every day

I can see the hills they're breathing

I can feel the vultures watching me

Thick grey clouds bellowing blood

Through my eyes its a chaotic scene

Oblivion

Eruption of the deep blue sea

Floating for eternity

Limbo

So little breath, Im choking on a noose

Acid rots internally

As my mind rots slowly

As the tide ebbs and flows

Conscience lowest of the lows