My Companion
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Is this Hell?
This can't hurt worse than Hell? And nothing's even happening.. What the fuck is happening? Someone's set fire to my brain I feel it, raw, why can I feel my brain? A flame I don't realize yet means I'll never see the same Who the fuck do you think you are? It spits Sitting like you have a reason to be speaking Talking like you have a reason to be living Loving like you have the ability to feel Why can't I move? Why can't I move? Delirious, what drugs are these? My own wrists outstretched in front of me Doesn't look like me Whose are these? How long has it been? How long has it been? It feels like days, slip into wasted days How far have I come? How far have I come? It feels like goals, slip into wasted ways How long has it been? How long has it been? How long have I been here? Is this Hell? This feels like Hell but nothings fucking happening What the fuck is happening? How are they OK? With all that's fucking happening All that's fucking happening |
Natalie DeVaney
is a musician, poet and lifelong wanderlust from Homer, Alaska. She currently travels with her family in her RV while finding time between adventures and family time to write. |