TOO MUCH WIZZ. Awake Grinding teeth A mill from self. I close my eyes but my eyeballs still dance, Rushing around beneath that layer Left right up down keep moving don’t stop What’s happening, where, quick we want to know! Black eyes Giant pupils that take away the bright blue and replace it with darkness. Do you remember the music? You can here it cant you. There it is... The drumbeat starts against the side of your head Don’t think about it, it will only get louder Hear it more, and the pupils begin moving to the beats. Left right up down Where are the lights? Nope No light because we aren’t there anymore. I am lying on a bed with grinding teeth. Teeth that are used to make our own music. Can you here it, It goes with the rhythm of the side of my head. No, the sun begins to rise and I am still here. Still awake. It might stop soon.Birth sign: Libra
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