Tonight I just can't do it. Every time I try to put it down in words I fail trying. All I can feel is the lack of these unknown liquids you have been pumping into my veins for months now - and even if you have never stopped injecting, I swear to God, you are doing it way too slow. Because what if it's already turned into an addiction? My heart is screaming for its next beat, don't you see? Come here, check my pulse! Come and pull this dripping hot wax-ball out of my throat before it would make me choke on flames. Give me some air, press your lips on mine and blow a thousand winds into the structure of my body - oh just do something to ease the burn.
Cover every path of my system with that peaceful, white sheet of your existence.
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