Being in this skin feels like my soul is miniscule,

and just being, is fragmenting and dispersing to sepia.

I listen to pseudo ocean waves to coax me to sleep,

but the rigid lineaments are always crawling in my head -

with these overpowering shapes that singe into nothing.

There is always a somber scowling tickling my mind,

and I cannot face the predicaments of what is reality.

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shrug More to come I guess? I've been in the dark for a long time, it's time to crawl out of there.