Super-Califucking-extraterristial-dosis
Dead-bird-stench scavenger-dinner-grasstable
Delighted-apple-flavoured-slim-fast in full reverse
Mega-weight, back-breaking feet planted in the soil
howl, panic, pray for every full-moon to be red
Rocket-fuel from years-of-repression and years-of-depression
Pressure-made me explode into-outer-space!
Blood!
Into space
To the stars I want to reach
Discover all unrevealed
Away from all of you
and of me
Rest
Myself
Away from this mess I made
Rest
My health
Away from this stress I made
Rejuvenation, in limited proportions
I thought that going postal was my outlet
I thought that sickness would decide my choices
I hope that everything would just fade away
Years in fastforward
You can't expect to know what's going on
You can't expect to hear a conversation
You can expect to miss it all
Into outer space
To the stars I want to reach
But what I need is in my hands
Open them
In time
relief...
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