in rythym and unison, as the dark chased away the light-
the words you spoke to me, went as they came and without understanding, i lost you that night.
metamorphisism of thought takes fast in my head.
I panic at the meaning behind the words you had said.
once theorizing time to be an invention of consensus to ease--
I have painfully come to learn thats a lie, for its truly a mind-fucking, soul devouring disease.
it throbs through me each second with a pain that resonates all the way to the core.
creating alienation and a deterioration to my desire to hold on-
what the fuck are we living for?

chanda cofield
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