Hasty writes the essence of a trap so very well.
Getting sober is the best thing I did for my depression.
I feel myself dangling
Hung from my ankles
Unable to rise above
A rag doll with eyes
Watching the spinning
Colors mixing, swirling
Combining into night
And then it comes to life
Dragging itself closer
Shrouding me, holding me
Suffocating me in its belly
And I close my eyes
Giving myself to sleep
As my consciousness absorbs
All my intoxicated blood
Siphoning all my hurts
And then multiplying them
Into an incomprehensible pain
Causing me to pull the next
Pretty bottle of escapism
From my shelf stocked full
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