Sanoja: End Of The Rope. Shades Of Loss. Infect The Ill.

You will jump down my throat-swallowed everything in me infect the ill upside down at the pit of my stomach -5,7.5.10 milligrams add up body quakes and hard wakes- streaming strips of bright [of bright] floor thinning pace walk deafened numb chalk walk aesthetic blur,grips firm, poisons rubbed out back and forth scratch it off-kill the pain loss control use the does, noses unfold[unfold] laying still, infect the ill, count the dead cells i can't help myself-so i help myself to a handful of -some capsules