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[EDGE OF BRAIN DEAD .] .
Battery low-lowering-ringing - dash by dash, dash by dash .
High blood pressure, drops, drops, dropping, DROPPED – low blood pressure . whatever happened to stability aye ?
Eyes closing, but the brain’s still working. - Tick-tock, tick-tock . Another sleepless night . Let’s dream . Oh yeas, dozing off sounds appealing . Well, thats until you see your reality spinning in circles -you. reach rock bottom, alone & forgotten .
. . Awake yet ? That’s what my momma said . But then again is she real ? Ax . A headache - a hammer tapping, a hammer drumming, the hammer beating .
[SO UN BRAIN DEAD .]
Pressure . Spin . Stop . Spin . Stop . Like a child running around in circles . You walk around in a daze – every touch, every movement, every interaction – unreal, all of it – unreal . confused, is it morning ? Is it night ? I suppose there are time periods in between ? Or so they say .
A daze . Blur . Its like a person without their glasses . Its like the beginning of the vodhka working. You don’t feel anything, not till it hits you . Hard. Strong . [ Blackout ] . But that’s alright, this daze ain’t going far . Ain’t moving . Period – you ain’t going anywhere . If you’re not moving forward, STOP – they say you could move backwards . I somehow couldn’t, but then that doesn’t compare to the . STOP . standstill . Already, its been like this for long .
Tock-tick . Tick-tick . [SO “UN” BRAIN DEAD .]
[YET, AGAIN – VERGE .] Slap – slap – slap – slap – awaken .
Inhale . A new daze, still a daze, but a better one . A flavoured one, inhale . New – them fags make your head go a little ta-wist, ta-turn, a-round-and-round-and-around . The daze with blackened eyes, entangled hair, the knotted thoughts . Not to mention, the digging towards the depths .
The eyes, they have spoken up. *Rest – it is a requirement*.
b a t t e r y – OFF . BRAIN DEAD .
;[signed]
Battery low-lowering-ringing - dash by dash, dash by dash .
High blood pressure, drops, drops, dropping, DROPPED – low blood pressure . whatever happened to stability aye ?
Eyes closing, but the brain’s still working. - Tick-tock, tick-tock . Another sleepless night . Let’s dream . Oh yeas, dozing off sounds appealing . Well, thats until you see your reality spinning in circles -you. reach rock bottom, alone & forgotten .
. . Awake yet ? That’s what my momma said . But then again is she real ? Ax . A headache - a hammer tapping, a hammer drumming, the hammer beating .
[SO UN BRAIN DEAD .]
Pressure . Spin . Stop . Spin . Stop . Like a child running around in circles . You walk around in a daze – every touch, every movement, every interaction – unreal, all of it – unreal . confused, is it morning ? Is it night ? I suppose there are time periods in between ? Or so they say .
A daze . Blur . Its like a person without their glasses . Its like the beginning of the vodhka working. You don’t feel anything, not till it hits you . Hard. Strong . [ Blackout ] . But that’s alright, this daze ain’t going far . Ain’t moving . Period – you ain’t going anywhere . If you’re not moving forward, STOP – they say you could move backwards . I somehow couldn’t, but then that doesn’t compare to the . STOP . standstill . Already, its been like this for long .
Tock-tick . Tick-tick . [SO “UN” BRAIN DEAD .]
[YET, AGAIN – VERGE .] Slap – slap – slap – slap – awaken .
Inhale . A new daze, still a daze, but a better one . A flavoured one, inhale . New – them fags make your head go a little ta-wist, ta-turn, a-round-and-round-and-around . The daze with blackened eyes, entangled hair, the knotted thoughts . Not to mention, the digging towards the depths .
The eyes, they have spoken up. *Rest – it is a requirement*.
b a t t e r y – OFF . BRAIN DEAD .
;[signed]
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