Rind
On the floor on the slightly white carpet,
cross-legged as usual.
Conversations vague and hazy.
Mostly true,
some entwined with lies.
Something about sell...
Someone lived that!
Could be me,
but whispers are hard to hear.
Such sickening reality
is only hard to see
if your eyes are hard to open.
Wow its so sad!
I'm so immuned to sadness.
I'm high but so so low.
Dull amazement
rushes through my spine
The voices combined create a whine.
Picked up the phone,
cut the line.
Lost my mind....
Toss the fruit and eat the rind.
cross-legged as usual.
Conversations vague and hazy.
Mostly true,
some entwined with lies.
Something about sell...
Someone lived that!
Could be me,
but whispers are hard to hear.
Such sickening reality
is only hard to see
if your eyes are hard to open.
Wow its so sad!
I'm so immuned to sadness.
I'm high but so so low.
Dull amazement
rushes through my spine
The voices combined create a whine.
Picked up the phone,
cut the line.
Lost my mind....
Toss the fruit and eat the rind.
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