mental decay
short and bitter
doesn't have a sound
doesn't have a trail
it's a high
that you're dieing
to begin
it snaps into
existence
like a needle
in a vein
shoots up
travels into
traces always remain
forgetting who you were
and building again
is just a part
of the effect
don't forget
one thing ;
who you're becoming
it's hard to describe
someone you don't know
taking guesses and hoping
they suit them is the best you can do
a new wave of yourself
that feels
the waves of the light
it's a high
we've been dieing to achieve
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