left, right, left, right
flood the gates.
swerve the pen,
flick the wrist,
cast the spell
to make my head swirl.
brandish, brandish, brandish
slide the pressure.
searching my face
in the mirror
is like staring at the sun.
glimmer of hope,
outshone on the stainless steel,
outspoken by toxic tongue
presented only in my head.
think about it once more
sadness turns into angry
flaming ropes are tempting.
i can't twist my stomach
let alone,
bend my back
little soldiers fleeing
from the dragon
darkness over the city
run and hide.
too close to home
salty rain floods,
no better than
the empty draught
hot and cold
double edge sword
