Jailed
Life Death and Repeat,It's a shooting range of possibilities
And I can't seem to get over whatever turmoil should arise
There's a sickness that has setteled within me
And when I close my eyes, black is the brightest light against my lids
I feel confined to my chest and to my body
There is something else that is beating and bursting
I don't know how to find it
I'd let it out of my eyes or my mouth if there was anything to pour it into
Instead I wrap myself in sheets and try to hold it together
posted by Unknown @ 11:17 PM
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