Anti me
I could feel despair coursing through my veins
My spirit sits willingly on the precipice
The gateway to nothingness
Always searching for something to tame my demons
I am never satisfied cause my demons increases
All thi opium I take is leading me to my doom
I know yet, I take more to feel closer to Death or the chaos
I am actually okay with this feeling
Hiding from the truth by losing myself
The void that is my darkness is also my solace
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