Slipping into slumber while The room begins to spin The soul engulfing trial Is just waiting to begin.


Slipping into slumber while

The room begins to spin

The soul engulfing trial

Is just waiting to begin.
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natalienordell
natalienordell passing through
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panic- i needed a description, so i attempted to write one myself.

Slipping into slumber while The room begins to spin The soul engulfing trial Is just waiting to begin.

A palpitated thump An overwhelming pound Clutch your chest, feel it pump A screeching white noise sound.

Our throats are stuffed with cotton As we choke on dusty air. Blood boils til it's rotten, Lit a fuse just like a flare.

Anvils weigh upon our chests Trapped beneath the sea Battling with our best But we will never be set free.

Electricity packed in veins Is this a brain or a loaded gun? Rustling in our chains There’s no choice but to run.

Arms and legs so numb. Honey, this could be the end. This demon’s where we come from, But he’ll never be my friend.

We don’t take good nights for granted, As they’re few and far between. They become so enchanted Filled with magic, so serene.

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