w. cattish marsh 'eyelash'
I can't seem to touch realiy
I'm free floating in my capsule of illusion
it gushes and mends insanely
twists and contorts
my thoughts cushioning actuality
Oh truth pierce me!
rupture cleave my cell of delusions
my comforter of rationalizations
slaughter me awake
show no mercy
let me face existance head on
stand before me in all its glorious brutality
don't snip at me and run away
I, and my enshroudings, begin to fray
rather slice once and let me confront
the life or death of truth
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