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The best words are excreted from my mouth

In a manner like this, in a state like this

Triumphing all over everything

Wallowing in non existent bliss

"One more nail in the coffin
One more foot in the grave
One last time i'm on my knees

As I try to walk away"

Sometimes trekking through the cold

Can never be consoled by a warm cup of tea

Developing immense hypothermia

While feeling a burning sensation inside me

Watching it all melt and decay

From the inside and the out

Telling me to stop walking

While the words cannot escape my mouth

The freezing moon diminishes my capacity to think

While the blistering heat erases any logical thought

The humidity leaving my body content

Confused always, my mind raught

"We all have our horrors and our demons to fight

But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed?

They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers 'round my throat

Is this what I get for the choices that I made?"

Insert the camera inside the cranium

Monitor the impulses, ensuing an aneurysm

It's haunting, entirely haunting

Petruding my soul with guilt

I'm screaming from the inside

Quiet outside

My voice yells the loudness of a thousand nails on a blackboard

Nevermind

Self conclusion, as there always needs to be an end

Mending every little cut and bruise, as I tend

To move forward and forward, while leaving no

real conclusion, as the poem keeps on flowing

and flowing, and flowing, and flowing

until the very end