Jumpsuit
By Neurosine
Laying Down in infinity, Never still, Always coping with something, Like another toy to tether me down in my mind, I’m only just floating away. Sleep is the promise of death, Death a blessing, Fear and dying complete the curse. I am the only reason, I am the only truth; I make up my world, While it gives me some version of all these ethereal promises I can imagine a real thing to cling to. In all climates of fear it’s a comfort. An imaginary jumpsuit is impervious to every honest perception, Composed of pleasant lies. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 12:45 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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