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All the drugs in the world cannot stop the rusty nails raking through my consciousness,
no oblivion can silence the ghosts, the seeds of kismet,
screaming out dreams, impulsive desires,
rebelling against oppression, meshed, a vortex of destruction
wipes me with a pain unrivaled to any you can subject to my physical being.
There is nothing I can control, there is nothing I can ingest, there is no way I can re-create, time that’s passed by. So. Obliterate me. Obliterate the whole of me, shape me from dust, and let me once again walk this earth, with the eyes and the feet of a child.