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Suffer Me More Suffer me more Capsized Gurgling old scenery slightly changed with aged light Wineskin Today fitting on like spandex OJ’s glove Isotoner flesh wrap Suffer me more For a thousand nights and days like this Howling obscurities to venomous wind Thrown back in echo How many reminders that say ‘Yes Nick, you are still alive’ And the mind has it all written down somewhere Future Farmers Almanacs All that is to come That’s yet to be written about Conforming to time Just tickling the surface of now Laughing away the first layers in pastel Flaking skin 3rd degree burn Because there are no more degrees If there were I would have found them So suffer me more More dabbling in black majick Pissing in the void The celestial whirlpool Where all is to be cleansed by becoming no more Refuse to believe The vacuum inside is strong enough to get off And suffocate in Don’t need to look up and question God for rain Just Suffer Me More |
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