My HorseThe sweet smell of your breath lifts me from my feetAnd I float over the clouds and into heavenYour soft nose, like velvet, tickles my neckAnd life is perfectI could spend eternity here with youMy mount, my friend, my loveMy horse
MelancholiaMy mind is a prisonBarren and dustyThe desire to leave is goneThe future is hereIn this emptinessTrapped without a careSlowly sinkingHow did I get here?It doesn’t matterNothing doesI wander through the hallsTouching and feelingThe walls glare at meThe hands reach outGrab me. Shake me.Wake up they sayIt’s not a dreamWake up they cryIt’s not a dreamI sink furtherCaught in the undertowDrifting awayThe ocean controls meI sinkI fade away
ObsessionsThese holesCannot be filledNo amount of objectsNo amount of peopleNo amount of dreamsCan satisfy this acheYet I obsessI collectI destroyTemporary highsFor permanent lowsConsumeConsumeConsumeIt eats at meLeaving scarsI’m trying to liveI’m trying to surviveI’m tryingConsumeConsumeConsumeEatCollectObsessDestroy
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