I should see spots,
black spots,
that are not there.
But I feel it, they are not there.
Inside my mind,
a war of sobriety and sense,
of reality and distorted views
is raging,
I am burning,
inside...no.
Help, my dear.
My eyes lose themselves
in my sockets,
look unto the black of my mind.
They are blinded.
A chest of pain,
screams shrieking,
only me, only me.
Help me breathe?
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