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Raving and drooling
I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lotta
Terminal shock in his eyes
That's what you get
For pretending the rest are not real
Babbling and snapping
At far away flies
He will zig zag his way back
Through memories of boredom and pain
How does it feel
To be empty and angry and spaced?
Split up the middle
Between the illusion of safety in numbers
And the fist in your face