Im gonna go out 8n the rain, melt. Quietly like a breeze. No damn worry in the world. Clids be storming. Distance never gets closer, each step its further away. Illusions of the eyes n brain. I see them again hovering over me, trying to pump the air then blood then stiching broken vein. Memories, suffocate, all of them in this incapable body filled with sadness, aches and pains. Like whole army marched over me with their boots. Brain gettung frued and buzzing, neuropathy coming back. Time for apothecary of me own to dig out burried chest with pills doctors kept on prescribing, a game like fill in the blanks. What we know and dont know will harm you, they say in the back of paranoid mund. Where's the fucking exit out if thus bottomless hole. Fucker.