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Poofs used selfdestruct!
The vicelike grip I once
enacted on my fragile future
has been pried loose by
the dirty hands of need
sullied by the dregs of time.
The life I am leading
does not feel real;
nay, it is as insubstantial
as a brick comprised of whispers
and eyelashes that fall
from their perch upon knowledge
in a sky hungry for retribution
for the sins I've committed.
I iknow I need chemical help
burning away another two hour respite
friom delving into the mechanics
of being decidedly average.
They say my lack of faith
in the truth of what constitutes
my surroundings is delusional
but they'd feel the same if
they experienced the dissonance
between sight and sleep.
So I'll believe I'll sleep forever
and make my mistake again
just to see if justice
was really served.
