Razin Saleh

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My body’s static, so is my will.

My mind hectic, driven by

Unruly a thrill;

I offer my corpse to the filthy river full of dirt,

Where it’d struggle to keep me

Afloat and pull me backward

To the meadow of colors,

Where my mind wants to reside

But my body will fight with all my might

And drag me where my demons hide;

No, they won’t eat me alive.

But they’re there to make me feel high.