Dilated pupils
Throbbing pulse
Confused thoughts
Blind impulse
Messy hair
Bitten nails
Seven minutes in
Heaven and Hell
Senses numbed
Calm and collected
Poisoned breath
Intoxicated
Noxious habits
Engulfing me
Longing for halt
To be at ease
Yet desire's to
Be fulfilled
There're things in me
That can't be killed
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