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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