Something new
I can see myself falling down the same old spiral.
Twisting and turning, it does not seem to stop.
My thoughts collide at high speeds, it's making my mind fragile.
I rebuild my brain with facts, just so it won't collapse.
Every memory I have passes me so fast I can't keep up.
It's like I'm falling beside a movie-strip that is my life, but I'm going too fast to really look at the pictures.
And I really don't care much, because I live here and now.
Suddenly the film is starting to wind up and I'm almost at the bottom.
As I crash through the floor I would have thought I would wake up, but I didn't.
I feel the dirt shift as I fall through and it's becoming warmer and warmer.
As I slowly digest my self-esteem, I can see my own skin boil.
It's melting of me like the butter in a stove.
My bones become charcoal and I finally fall apart into dust.
All I can see is my ring floating in mid-air.
It's sparkly and slowly turning in it's fall.
It falls on a hardened durt-ground, surrounded by a pitch-black void.
Something very bright comes thwirling down from above.
As it comes closer I can see it's a feather, slowly dancing with the breeze I left with my fall.
It falls beside my ring.
Suddenly there's a spark, it becomes so bright I can't see anymore.
I close my eyes, but it still hurts.
It turns almost unbarable, so I try to open my eyes.
I'm just sitting in my bed, I'm awake for as far as I know.
Falling back onto my pillow, I try to stay awake.
I still am...
Twisting and turning, it does not seem to stop.
My thoughts collide at high speeds, it's making my mind fragile.
I rebuild my brain with facts, just so it won't collapse.
Every memory I have passes me so fast I can't keep up.
It's like I'm falling beside a movie-strip that is my life, but I'm going too fast to really look at the pictures.
And I really don't care much, because I live here and now.
Suddenly the film is starting to wind up and I'm almost at the bottom.
As I crash through the floor I would have thought I would wake up, but I didn't.
I feel the dirt shift as I fall through and it's becoming warmer and warmer.
As I slowly digest my self-esteem, I can see my own skin boil.
It's melting of me like the butter in a stove.
My bones become charcoal and I finally fall apart into dust.
All I can see is my ring floating in mid-air.
It's sparkly and slowly turning in it's fall.
It falls on a hardened durt-ground, surrounded by a pitch-black void.
Something very bright comes thwirling down from above.
As it comes closer I can see it's a feather, slowly dancing with the breeze I left with my fall.
It falls beside my ring.
Suddenly there's a spark, it becomes so bright I can't see anymore.
I close my eyes, but it still hurts.
It turns almost unbarable, so I try to open my eyes.
I'm just sitting in my bed, I'm awake for as far as I know.
Falling back onto my pillow, I try to stay awake.
I still am...
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