stereotypically

clinging to crooked sanity

not who i often appear to be

cracked and slipping

is the mask i donned

so brief

was the promised peace



if this pain would pass me by

if this day would only end



water to cleanse

the body

does not reach

the soul

the windows are closed

and the house is flooding

the bridge is being burned



if the night would only… Continue

fight



running

short of breath

can’t stop or slow down

that brings instant death

hounds at my heels

dogging my steps

can’t even look back

or my soul will be swallowed

it’s not right

i’m not wrong

are you punishing me

for merely trying to exist?

this is

my Hell

rather than burn

i’m left alone in the cold



it’s easy to deny the things

you’ve never had to see

easy to disregard

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