Those ever un-healing wounds never cease to remind my mind about the conception of my pain, feels like venom coursing through my vein, I thought I had received a citizenship to be happy, but now I'm detained, feeling restrained, who the fuck do I blame when blaming myself just brings me more pain, I hate the conception.
the regression, my mind fights, fight or flight, trying to rid my being of that dark inversed light, do I lose my sight or lose my mind trying to forge this path when all I see is a thick cloud of path preceding me. I tire, hoping for my thirst to be quenched but this bitter sweet isn't sitting sweet, so I stand, hoping I can't possibly fall again, I don't even have the nails to crawl again.. I'm numb
©antonio
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