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I can't stop thinking I'm a slave to my sadistic mind These obsessive thoughts are corrupting the last shards of joy, the last scraps of hope that are left in me The palace in my mind has been compromised, intruders are ransacking the rooms scavengers are defiling the tombs most roofs have collapsed, a landslide has buried the outer walls Memories altered, confusion everything turns into a blur My facade stays strong, unswerving but what does that accomplish? My consciousness was a stream, now it's a broken road Sometimes this tingling sensation crawls under my skin Sometimes I just want to crack my skull open, so i can plunge my fingers i

Living is longing for places we've never been to, futures that will never be Breathing is waiting for unlikely occurrences, improbable outcomes And all those times I sat up in bed middle of the night, wide awake wishing miles were inches and minutes were months And all those times I dreamed of filling the unfathomable gap with concrete, to the brim of dilating time for my own pleasure, just to savor those fleeting instants that whiz past our helpless face The universe in my mind, molded from an alloy of chaos and order, is beautifully paradoxical, inexplicably impeccable But the world around me is colorless, grey and stale, and its coar