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edited February 2011 in Waiting To Exhale
The next chapter reads like that before it
A dungeon of printed torment
Another raw slice into my life
Revealing my infection
Abnormalities ooze at the moment of incision
Accompanied by a stench that turns the stomach
These exposes aren't meant for those with fainted hearts
Imagine a spirit that's been tainted by blackened arts
Screaming across the night sky with no direction
And although I might die I've made no correction
Another day...another dollar
But my days rain pennies from hell
Burned by white hot drops from copper clouds
That crash into one another with thunderous sounds
I guess that's when my head pounds
Then again I don't drink much water
Dehydration alters ones state of reality
I've lost mine gradually
And over time the signs of it are blended with the fantasy
Which way is up?
Is my descent really ascension
Have my visions been reversed in some bizarro world?
If so I hope I die
Because then I'll live and grow inside
I guess I'll get to see in time
No rest...I must press on towards The Divine

Original words by Jolil.