Stream of Consciousness- consciously streaming
curious obsessions aren't differenct from dreaming
A self-inflicted abuse, though the weapons are the others
I've come to ffar and tried to long to hide beneath the covers
pain is just a concept, like science is a king,
I never knew the kind of pain scientists could bring.
Though artists, as I've known, devour you with lies-
shower you with compliments are they look you in the eyes
acknowledgement is all I ask, as happiness I carry
despite the weights of stress and pain
as they build upon me, they will bury.