Random

.False.

I feel like my bones aren’t mine

and my words aren’t mine,

I feel as though what I say and do are not what I am doing.

I feel like the world isn’t the world, but it is hell,

and that heaven doesn’t exist, it was created to give a false hope.

 The eggbox ceiling listens to my silent thoughts,

As the lull of conversation makes me close my eyes,

& sleep the sleep of the
Dead.

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