Pain turns back into pleasure
Worn off warms crawl back home
Morning sun, come and blind me
Admirable cruelty of unexpected light
Limbs cry for disattachment
Rest, in peace, in sound, unsafe
Brain shot off along with the night
A walking lack of life
Pure soul with no emotion to show
Pure gold far too cheaply sold
Pure cocaine yet I still feel sane
Have you ever been insane?
It’s like living for nothing
But forced to feel everything.
How could you not want it.
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