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What is it that make me rush
Escape to the other side
Towards
God TV or drugs
Run away from this aware flesh
A rush of chemicals
Or a conscious will
A conflict within
The sensations that push us
against our reasons
The enemy is strong
My armor is torn
I turn against myself
A part of me must lose
I should move
Or sit under a tree
The end game is bleak
Routine is mundane
A series of distractions
Finding abode in anything is an escape
Simple change of shades
The tingling within remains
The emptiness just doesn’t go away.
nothing seems to fill that gap
I yearn for something beyond
disregarding what’s my own
About the Creator
The Madman
Notes from the underground.
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