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Lead Therapyif only we could go back to the beginningand pick another path to get lost on in a state of emergency from which there is no recovery the bottle seems to be the only relief but she's a thief and a cheat never will she give as much as she will take away so the search for another option continues self indulgence, possible remedy? or another enemy! soon enough everything important shatters and the fragments of this crude reality will mirror all that life should be take these two coins thank you ferryman take me with you to beyond the end my time is gone never to return now row this boat so that I may burn one more vice to try and conquer this depression maybe this demon can be vanquished by yet another addiction a tattered moral tapestry will indeed be all that will remain after so many of these disgraceful activities this is bigger than it may seem it's a system of suffering a schematic too intricate for these common eyes to ever interpret set in motion, it moves swiftly bringing an end to what should be is it too late for therapy? take these two coins thank you ferryman take me with you to beyond the end my time is gone never to return now row this boat so that I may burn how did it ever get this bad? there's no-one to blame... every method taken to combat this emptiness fails live, animated but merely a reflection elated delusions blind to this falsified projection this fantasy there is indeed one path left no spiraling roads no twisted fork all one way from here the end is surely near now... the end is surely near now... through the eyes of submission - clarity a massive emotional pause as to finally see clearly to enter worlds not dared to ever be spoken of a therapeutic dive into nether-reality |