strain in my neck, must clear the deck .

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Tips off.

Its six-thirty
drug is flirty
can’t stand
la la land

the alarm just rang
nerves with a bang
that sound, creeps in
my head, din din din

its seven o’clock
minds in a lock
these ears they prance
never gives me a chance

i know, i crow
im taking it slow
i stow, i throw
disrupt the flow

its seven twenty
overcrowd plenty
these eyes flutter
these words stutter

off it goes
racing dose
now, no no
how, go go

its nine o’clock
buried in a rock
its my friend, my foe
should get up in a mo

but but smut
i'm kept shut

bore bodys in a freeze
they banned its release
this heads bopping
hiss bodys flopping

a cost. lost the way
no idea what may

its ten oh five
killing the thrive
will worry later
don’t be a fate-r

it
it
locks my might
ropes my fight
blocks my light
crashes my flight

its eleven oh nil,
made this kill
leaving the house,
they call me a louse

its ruining my insides
but taking me on rides

it’s the age for stopping
am gonna keep popping
not being the living dead
prefer the corrupted head

now now, go
would, if i could
leave, leave, go
i know, i should

twelve o’clock
disgusted shock
little too late,
devour my sate

fuck this, dazzling daze
scratching off this phase
its throwing me off, this pill
happily tipping me off the sill

and yet I await to get back to routine
but I’m radiating numb like a machine

;[signed]

it ticks .

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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]