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It takes a lot to fake a shot of acid, in a room so placid.

Masterpieces, heart beats cease as your quick thinking left me sinking,

Deeper into seepin in through, every heartbeat, slippin partly,

Further gone and, turnin on as, every feeling leaves me reeling.

Broken down through, choking, found you, too traumatic, you and that chick.

You're right in front of me, but I can't hear or see,

If you're still there, if you still care,

Or if I'm quickly slipping, my consciousness dripping,

Every breath just feels like death, or what I think death feels like,

Look into my eyes, cuz I'm not looking through them.

All I hear is squeels of hell, or what I think hell squeels like.

Someone, please if you're still right there, just hold my hand, cuz I'm too scared.

This room's so bright, but there's no light.

And I can't stand the way my heart's beating, it's like R Kelly at a girl scout meeting.

If you're still there, you're not answering me,

I can't remember, where'd you bring me?

I just can't seem to place you either,

I'm not quite sure who's face should be here.

Why'd you ever let me go?

And why did I agree to come too?

But I can't focus, I don't know.

Am I supposed to love or hate you?

Makes no sense, no senses reading,

But I could swear that I am bleeding.

Not quite sure what I'm becomming,

But could someone stop that drumming?

      -Lo Ruhamah