Sit contemplating my surroundings; find myself lost – it’s confounding to live with one foot in the air, one foot on the ground. All seems to be fair; suddenly I start to drown. Though I am nervous I know this familiar sound; seems I must have drifted to familiar ground.
Rough night has dawned upon me again; worms once more dine upon my decaying brain. Downer always seems to eat me alive; wonder if tonight is another blessing I will survive?
Monsters screaming in the night know my name; by now this routine to me should feel lame. Yet, I persist to visit the valley of darkness; my reward is a week full hardship and sadness. Find myself wondering where is my mind? My dear reader I know I’m walking blind.
It’s familiar ground...
Don’t want to be found.
Hands are tied to the bed post; nurses continually enter to assure they’re my host. A lunatic screams in the hall! Is there someone beyond the wall? A lullaby vibrates my bed; must be the ranting in my head.
Will I die in familiar ground?
Will I ever hate this sound?
With one foot on the air I sing; with one foot on the ground I cry. Never will I be free from this thing; this is where I come to die.
Life feels so undefined.
Life in me is disinclined.
With one foot in the air I walk familiar ground; with one foot on the ground I inevitably drown. Am left alone in both worlds; choice must be made where to live. In the valley of death I can’t feel unfurled; guess I choose intoxication – for to me it will never misgive.
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