Crawling clear across my skin, looking through the fog to see, memories flash by in seconds, discovering it hard to breathe. Grave expressions of a pin doll, the wounds they slowly heal, these scars from being addicted, no doors here where I live.
With all the windows shattered, house lays up on a stone, closet entertained by demons, a reflection skin and bones. As I'm aware of my surroundings, in hell where I reside, as I balance the top step, since all the knots are tied.
An expectation of something different, omega with a twin, heavy smoke upon the mirror, impact of porcelain meets my chin. Separation of home is very painful, the playground is where I stay, insanity as the clear dissolves, I'll foreclose here another day.
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