Voices, It is real but not real, it feels real yet it is not real.
It seems real
It appears real
It feels real
It is real
There’s no cure for this madness
No medication for this insanity
There’s no suppressing these wild urges
No satisfying this voraciousness
There’s no escaping from this tunnel
No running from our shadows.
There’s no fighting our own proclivities.
There’s no point yelling at the wind
No real rush in a shot of adrenaline
Nothing compares to the faintest smell of you
Yea, your voice is the greatest aphrodisiac
We are drowning in a pool of infatuation
Someday, I hope we don’t become enemies.
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