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Nightmare

from Bad Trip by Soul Press

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I can’t speak
Words won’t form on the tip of my tongue
I’ve never felt so fucking undone
And I can’t, I can’t

I can’t think straight
Stagnant sense of being
Drag me down, unearthing parts of me

I never wanted to see
I can’t find the meaning

Nights of losing teeth
Swallowing nails and breathing blood
Tearing my skin limb from limb
Boiling out my insides festering behind my eyes

Who cares if I’m alone when I’m dead
I wouldn’t be much use to you then
Let the rigor mortis set
Come fuck the bones that are left
Maybe it’s not worth the thought

But it’s consuming me
While consuming my soul

Is it worth the thought?

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from Bad Trip, released December 31, 2018

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