"Hypothetical Syringe"

eBook (Draft)


You hollow me

A little bleed

Brittle glass

Shatters veins

Nothing you say matters


I'm walking bye

In this hallucination


Feel the stick

As it goes right in

One with things

I hunger for

One with the

Final door

Want it more


Supposed my

Mixed was filtered

I ached for 

An explanation

Got none

One more hit

I'll be freed

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