like a water marching with pure hatred into a scar of a ship.
It pours, it pours
its trying to drown me down.
Happy memories tear fleshes of love... or pain out of me.
I dont know the difference,
my scream stirring well on my chest feels pain because I choose to love.
And so love is with pain.
I dont know the difference.
Sometimes I just am, other times I am not.
Right is wrong and left is right.
Its like swimming in a oil spill,
You fall with fear with the horrific scent of oil gunning your nostrils.
Then you fall.
Its cold, you cant breath, a gulp of oil instead of the needed air.
Heavy arms, heavy legs, cant see - all senses of logic shut down.
and All you are trying to do is
get the hell out of there.
And it will be the best F***ing fight I will ever give.
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