PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

  Push, owe that was a bad spot, try again. Slide, pull back; red like a gyser inside the small world you created inside this plastic vessel for a false awareness of your surroundings. Everything is ok for the time that encompasses what just transpired; everything is ok.

  Eyes close, the heart slows, things around dull but explode. You hear someone in the background not sure what is said, but you know it was pointless and you'd rather stay here instead. Don't worry everything is fine it can't be happening to me, yet this is really fucking here.

  No more pain for another 2 to 4 minutes, i will set up another to extend this feeling, my best friend.

  We are friends right? Ha answers you're company; yes but if you run out of money i will make you feel oh so sick and so bad death will seem not achievable only a far distant dream you wished for when your thoughts still processed on the neurons that now misfire.

  The color of your eyes, nature has no mercy, please don't forget me we can share this? Yes we have shared this.

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