Anesthesia general, local, name it there's just no point to it.
Starts to take effect, a trip, a gate, a sign labeled daze.
There it is again without consent,
the thoughts, memories, laughters, the voice, the scent…
All approach in such friendly swirl.
Taking over the land it reigns: subconscious
Not having enough, one last attempt is made as I open my eyes.
Action to which fighting against has become such routine while conscious.
Yet I can't seem to claim victory against the reverberating
thoughts, memories, laughters, voice & scent.
Its ridiculous…I know
For I wish nothing more than to forget.
A skill I'm lacking and you make up for.
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