We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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If I could just tell you

What's on my mind

Then you would have

Runaway

Away from my life

Of how voices haunted

Me from the dark

When I lay wide awake

In the bed with bleeding

Wrist marks

If I could just tell you

Why I was screaming insanity

In four gray walls

Then you would have your

Eyes covered from the very sight

Of how shadows

Danced like ballerinas

I will tell you stories

Of how they existed

I'm sure those monsters

Will lit up with

Sardonic smiles