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It’s been such a long time since I heard that sound. The cries of panic.
The sound of the philosopher kings bickering amongst each other in my scatter brain.
My hands cracked masking my manic snickering and the bitter pain.
Not even halfway through, and my wiser paint is peeling off my cerebellum roof.
I belong in a psychotic prison zoo. As I scratch at the skin on my throat ‘til the sun rises,
it makes me regret and then I force my eyelids shut, I don’t want anymore of these downer days.
It burns my glossy irises. I reminisce in the thoughts of the old times. Now it all shivers and chills while I beg to be killed in my sleep.
Rejection of society, mindless sheep. Rare is the halcyon daze. Where are my horse pills? I've dreams to keep.

Description
It’s been such a long time since I heard that sound. The cries of panic.
The sound of the philosopher kings bickering amongst each other in my scatter brain.
My hands cracked masking my manic snickering and the bitter pain.
Not even halfway through, and my wiser paint is peeling off my cerebellum roof.
I belong in a psychotic prison zoo. As I scratch at the skin on my throat ‘til the sun rises,
it makes me regret and then I force my eyelids shut, I don’t want anymore of these downer days.
It burns my glossy irises. I reminisce in the thoughts of the old times. Now it all shivers and chills while I beg to be killed in my sleep.
Rejection of society, mindless sheep. Rare is the halcyon daze. Where are my horse pills? I've dreams to keep.