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What is he saying?

Let it off my chest

I can get no rest

With this heart stone cold

With this tormented soul

Tormented soul

 

Agony like mahogany

Wooden chair slammed on my back (OUCH!)

At least it got me off the couch

I was so comfortable

Like having food on the table comfort me

Gluttony

Not really hungry but I was eating the horse

And that's just the appetizer before the main course

And no I wouldn't share

But hey, who just hit me with that wooden chair?

 

Black out, black out, black out

Back now

Pain let's me know I'm alive

I feel...not well

But not hell

 

Let it off my chest

For a long timeI was apathetic

Before that I was walking by faith for a long time

And then I slipped down a rabbit hole

Met bugs no bunny

Let it off my chest

Trying to laugh it out - not funny

How do you think it feels when you feel nothing? 

◄ The Surgeon

Advice to a poet ►

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