This Is The Gospel

PRAISES

Spraying blood on the ceiling rotting dripping blood mixed with heroin and coke

Junkie dreams and shattered glass hallucinogens leak in mushrooms my medicine 

Past 51/50 

Insanity I have been diagnosed with

Dissociative Borderline Identities

Melting together like ink mixing and blending just to be ripped apart over and over in shock  

Like shadows reaching up from my guts

Shooting me in the back of the head 

Over and over again 

I'm in a dream 

Who's in control of my mouth

My hands are moving and am so lost behind my eyes deep down inside 

Looping in a never ending abyssal pit I exist in 

Floating like a goldfish raging with fracture emotional demons dancing

 or maybe just a shattering screams that my souls sings We just got a ounce of hope  

Switching personalities like the skin of a chameleon Masks over masks under dead rotted memories   

Octopus emotionally blending rage like a storm of colors bleeding 

out of my minds pours the rot held inside 

I must escape this plane of existence 

No stay

Don't run away 

We just want to feel again 

Spraying blood at the ceiling 

From out syringes

playing tic tac toe 

suicide pact quite they hide 

How will try to die next 

All in a circle shooting up

A junkie shooting gallery 

our final connections to the circles

attached within 

Fracture in a nightmare world

We are one in the 3rd eye 

We lay waiting 

All we need is stimulation 

To active one of us to switch

So violent it shakes the root of my

 Alter Five the dead eyed child black eyed

wrists slit cuts bleeding over everything my sins 

are bleeding all over my 3rd degree burned emotional skin  

bruise yellow and black blue 

Tied off by a black electrical cord 

Handle down

sitting on the floor 

With the end of the cord in my mouth and the other holding tight my last shot at hope

I'm not sick anymore 

love me 

please don't leave me 

I'll do anything for you 

I'll be your everything 

but I'm sorry I can't stop bleeding 

My heart cries rivers in silence in the dark

Deep in the mist 

The fog

The disconnections and redirections

Finding myself doing things 

I have no memory 

I've nervous all the time 

Checking the time 

How much did I lose today 

How am I today I hate this cycles faces inside of me 

Worse than a waking drug fueled nightmare 

Pulling out my poison pushing without hesitation 

Will we die tonight or will this just be another night I survived

Another suicide attempt   





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