how does it feel to be?
fantasy world reject, got too good at normal and forgot the way home.
my job description is a numb mind,
tingling eyes, burning body.

filled with phantom sickness and wounds,
vomiting the daily bullshit onto the sidewalk.

i live for my wake-up call,
my come-up-for-air.
i haven't been myself for so long.

let me breathe again.

fuck march.

puke puke puke puuuuuke puke.
i have an empty head.

what else can there be?