Mind Drippings

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Alone in my apartment covered in snakes
The light of the world shines through the drapes
I close my eyes to abandon the light
I taste the taint of bile in my bite
Still in a moment, chilled to the core
Silhouette of regret, living no more
Spilling the ink as it runs down my thigh
An opaque trail of a forgotten goodbye

I listen to music carved from pain
The notes hit my body and leave a stain
I stand in the shower and feel the rain
Watching the dirt as it flows down the drain.
Enclosed in a space far too small
I breathe in deep but there's no air at all
I'm tied in the dark where no one can see
The trail of my past inequity

I revel in darkness and live only at night
The daytime a struggle, the sun much too bright
Hiding in silence, face soaked in tears
Closing my eyes, reliving my fears
Death is a promise, I laugh at the thought
A corpse laid to rest in the sewers to rot
I can sing and scream at the top of my lungs
No one can hear as I'm beating the drums

I can't sleep so I stare at the sky
It beckons with fingertips that are up much too high
I sway on the balcony, barefoot, inept
Dealing with all of the secrets I’ve kept
I check my pulse and my heartbeat is there
Fluttering butterfly given a scare
Trembling earth touching my feet
Rudely pulled back away from my sleep

Daring I open the can at my feet
Eating the worms that taste bittersweet
Cross legged and shivering I devise a retreat
Changing the cadence of the drums that I beat
Forked tongue and bent road I travel alone
Searching for growth and skipping a stone
Watching the water, as ripples appear
Fighting to conquer my terrible fear



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