God I love the pump
The ever growing pustule of pleasure
It\'s worth all and more
Feed me and stave off the hunger
Complete me, the dysfunctional puzzle
Worth all and more
Like a never ending sleep
Yet wide awake to experience the dreams for real
All and more
God I miss her, and them
I miss the bed and picture frames
And more
When the waves cease, the rocks are visible
My eyes go from yellow dilate to hollow red
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I can\'t believe it
The glass and mirrors hide no truth
Conclusion as blunt as my rationality
What the fuck have I truly transformed into?
I\'m not a Man but a Fly
Set to mate and die
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