theres a static in my head that wont just go away
theres a light behind your eyes that only i can see
a screaming in the night
a hilltop where looking up disillusions the viewer to the city below.
my eyelids are barred with not eyelashes but teeth
mouth rambling - bile and phlegm given a better name, even with lips sewn shut
a sickness you cant see
through a bystanders peripheral
and inexperienced assumptions -
life is random -
and thats what scares people the most
but come it does
but come it does
and all it seems to do
is take
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NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
