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Bandaged Daze.
None of the gas and the trash inside of me crash.
My pain has become a stain, a rash i can't bash.
I just want to throw my guts at the washed wall!
another phase set ablaze is just another stall
for mental death and upcoming rental wretch
and for every little harsh hazard going to fetch
out the empty burnt holes from our human souls.
Its camouflage to the vile pile of mind-made coals.
It feels like I came back bandaged from my head to toe,
But all the cuts on me are healed, ain't nothing to show.
And this is just an illusion, a delusion that I do not want,
But why on earthling's mingling does it haunt and taunt?
i don't recognize all of the world's colours, but I can fake;
And shade in tones for my skin to cover my truth at stake.
They say I don't style a genuine smile through this dirt pile,
But I do tend to pretend that everything is in a normal rile.
Stuck in my own picture, where is the vanishing point?
What's making it exist, where is the banishing point?
It's a portrait, a mirror that breathes, it walks, it talks.
It peeps, it beeps, it weeps, its own madness stalks.
Because I'm stuck in a maze, in an heating haze,
And its ruining my day's flow, a nauseating laze.
I keep running in circles and this feeling will not go,
But I can't figure out exactly why I'm feeling so low.
i don't know what to do with all these feelings and emotions anymore.
i'm wanting to fall down the rocks, bleed and puke more on the shore.
pick me up, pick me up from the found ground in the planet round,
because i'm bound to emptiness felt wind drowned in silent sound.
i don't know what to do with all these feelings and emotions anymore,
so i imagine i'm on a parachute that's falling and heading to the floor.
i flare inside of my boiling red face and my itched eyes are on beware.
so pick me up, pick me up, because i'm in the middle of bare nowhere.
;[signed]
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