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[xxfearandflames]

and with each day passing comes a night
a night lonlier than the last
a night increasingly fucked up
and with each day i grow weaker
weaker until i am sick
sicker until my skin feels nothing
my ears hear nothing
my eyes no longer burn alive
my eyes no longer burn of red
my eyes...

everything my mind could reach was only real to me because i believed it was real
the lucid sky could disappear, along with the lucid ground, and these lucid concepts
of a physical world, of a material universe
this lucid infliction of torment could disappear if i only had the strength
oh god grant me the strength

so let my flesh fall to the ground
and let my eyelids snap shut
and may my hour of waking come