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See you there with eyes like explosions. Want to erase it but the sight's so corrosive it's rather irking with my ribs so erosive Cemented silence and sedated progression It's playing havoc with my manic depression I'm sorry but time's up for this session I can't speak- strangled by the tension I want to bang my head until my eyes bleed It's stuck in my head like an imaginary fiend. Every fleeting glance tugs downward like a church bell what the hell is going on in there? A chatterbox opera echoed across the stairs Hair falls off like flower pedals Room's heating up like bending metal And my shoulders just