Oblivion is after me. Electric waves singe tight woven tapestry.
My eyes are opaque alabaster. Everything is real, but it's imaginary.
I sit alone in doubt, and fear; tormented by fallacies.
I want you to love me, I want ME to love me.
Tilting off axis toward an old burning mattress.
I watch the hummingbird to slow the pace.
I feel the numb gather the needles in my face.
No sense of taste, pinball eyes halt in space.
The pills are working. I forgot what i was gonna write
My catalog of fears dance off in to the night.
They're just blank pages. They're not contagious.
I'm drifting in oblivion, because that's where I'm the safest.
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