Obsolete

Flatline,
beep.
Flatline,
deep sleep.

Epinephrine,
nothing.
Epinephrine,
still, nothing.

Numb,
longing.
Numb,
distraught.

I’m awake,
denial.
I’m not dead,
denial.

Walls,
where are they?
Walls,
I thought you cemented them.

Trolled,
by my own.
Trolled,
never knew.

Still,
feels like shit
Still,
what the fuck.

Orange,
I thought it’s over.
Orange,
What fight is forever.

Die,
watching the world.
Die,
I feel cold.

Corpses,
I feel like one.
Corpses,
It is done.

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~ by Drei Lim on October 17, 2012.

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