Lithium

Lead seeping through an IV

Paralysis of the consciousness:

Where hearts turn to gravestones in

Cracked clay of dried, grass deserts

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Strapped to this bed of dirty sheets

The primrose path turns to thorns

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Blood trickling into lithium

As rooms fall dim after fluorescence

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Where money turns to paper

And dead leaves keep falling

These metronomic heartbeats

Assault the ears

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Sore eyes fixed to a clock spinning leftwards

Ticks rebound in spheres of bone walling

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As crows’ shrieks pierce static electricity

A spider crawls up a crystalline web

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The sun turning to plumes of smoke

Floating into the dead of night

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