Static Moment

Rest your head on this hard pillow
Stay still lay here stay static
Overdose on these colorful tablets
Carve out your organs one by one
Until your hollow and pure
Drain yourself of all existance
Sleep forever in this illusion
That you aren't your own illness
Rub butter on your weary fingers
And lose another grip of sanity
Age half your mind at double speed
While keeping the other half behind
Incase you have a successful balancing act
Catch caution from their wind
Exist in a non-existant world
With hope that when you wake
Static movement will be a trend

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