It's Not My Imagination

I see things.
I see her lips burning while she cries purple blood.
I see the old man from down the road hung on his family tree.
I see a huge black dog with fangs and glowing red eyes.
I see the girl from the orphan singing to her mothers grave cutting slits in her bony
wrists.
I see things jumping out of the ocean, trying to pull me in.





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