can you look at yourself in the mirror? can you answer those questions that you bite back when they come to mind? do you really believe in your desires?
rippling yourself awake from your daze, your hands won't clean. you can't remember feeling so god-like and all-powerful, yet you know with a sinking heart the destination of your tale. that moment was enough, you can never take it back, no matter how much you plead. you know that no matter what you say, you'd be back there in a moment's notice. your hands will never clean.
Disembodied - Existence in Suicide (1995)
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