nausea

with every last bit of lucidity I have left in me

I try to hold on

all the demons I have in me came out to play

and they tore me to shreds

flashes of faces

pangs of guilt

every little last bit of lucidity going into thoughts of you

as I hold on

every little feeling cascading into one heart

I hold on

(this poem was written concurrently with "VOMITIN'!!!")

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