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A dark gooey substance

takes over my mind

creeping up my leg

so cold it gets numb

I feel it tearing through my chest

Seems to  glance for a place to stay

creeps within my skin

sort of the feeling when you seem

to be dying in your dreams

hugs me like my mother

for I not to be afraid

kissing me with its cold lips

saying it shall be ok

softly playing a fiddle

don’t know how why

I have this rock with this needle

no control, fog within my corridor

blind to this world, found by this form

grasp this book of words of faith

yet words seemed to escape

within my mind, forever a confliction a war

insert a sharpen metal for my skin to be torn

for this mentality I want no more

fluids rush rapidly to the floor

only in sight my words

a conversation with me is this canvas

I choose to say my peace and calm

close book with relief

yet in mind knowing once he knows your trails

there is no escaping thee

erasing all forms of relief

so must find within

a word lost to this society as belief