- my darker inner dialogue has this weird obsession with bodily fluids, anatomy, organs etc. in the most disgusting way - "my eyes had bled these visions and allowed them to run across my skin. it is the ichor of gods, corrupted: atrabilious bile spat on my cerebral walls coating the unseen figure which dwells in my chamber of reflection. the rusted iron taste of one such vision greets my lips and intrudes my mouth, making its presence indelible, making me choke as it reaches my trachea. drying with every breath, it dyes my words with a deep brownish red. 'i wish no longer to speak; i wish no longer to hurt,' i whisper as each syllable stings cracked open clots in my airways"
- i think too much when i should be asleep
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