A shadowing, deep presence locked inside sun spotted cancer cells just waiting to erupt.
My drugs keep me constantly on this titillating, wild ride.
Timid and descrete, they move through Wades rights to disinegrate the staff inside my soul.
Passively mocking the mad paintings that line the upside-down spiral staircase leading to my heart.
Illicitly irradicating islands icing illusive idiosyncratic idolatry inside eyes of a spade flipped sideways.
And my mind racks my reality with this statement:
I.....am.....falling.
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