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The isolation of pain is remotely ignored.
When I kneel and asked for the safest route
Vicodin came and crumbled in my soul....
I never felt so dead before..
I asked the rodent help me kill my guardian angel..
He refused and showed a path deep thru the trash parade.
The ladder only descend to the depths of despair...
I have tried to decipher the deterioration of human decay...

Living under a tree and raining soak in breed...
How would one look dead hanging from a dream?