A drift, up on the
ceiling
I no longer feel
Story of pretence
None of this is
real
Hot breath burns
me
Embracing my
porcelain skin
Blocking out the
thought
Of you’re fluids
within
Bruises appear,
not one asks
Show up in the
strangest place
My distant glaze,
unspoken pain
Blank, confused
look on my face
“Who’s going to
believe you?”
Words heard, often
spoke
Childhood dreams
scatted
Unreal visions
encountered
Truly not my
safest shelter
Endurance at the
last resort
Wars are won,
battles fought
The right the
wrongs never know
Wish for somewhere
safe to go
Cowardly monster
Tell and you’re
dead
Vicious beast
Get out of my
head.
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