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, scars from anti social, no
doors here where I live.
With all windows shattered, house lays
upon a stone, closets entertained by demons,
a reflection skin and bones. As I'm aware
of my surroundings, accompanied noise with
the wind, lost in an ardent sound, all memories turned to sin.
An expectation of something different,
Omega with a twin, hazy smoke upon the mirrors, impact of porcelain meets my chin.
Separation of home is very painful, the
playground is where I lay, comes insanity
as the clear dissolves, I'll foreclose here
another day. ~VeepLee
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