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They've come to me again
To dig their claws into my skull.
They whisper sweet nothings,
And to my fate, I am lulled.
It's like I'm always their ..
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Languishing lazily in a field
With the sun on my back.
A wyvern approaches
With wings torn and black.
She says she's the keeper
Of all my frail..
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Triggery, maybe? Fyi.
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I dreamt of spilled milk,
And awoke only to catastrophe.
Bad things in your head
Means nothing but atrophy.
And I hear it all the time
Your voi..
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Grind my bones into dust,
And snort them to feel again.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do you see a bitter end?
Talk to the house skeleton,
And mayb..
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Walking with strangers
In a field we don't know.
Only each other for comfort
When we start to feel low.
A red sky over yonder,
And cerulean sta..
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Maybe death isn't linear,
Maybe it comes in waves.
Greeting us so silently
With a dreary haze.
Day in and day out
A silent, quaint visit.
Harb..
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It ate me up
And left me dry.
Cross my fingers
And hope to die.
Pain is strange,
And grief is worse.
Time's a thief
For what it's worth.
T..
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It's strange to feel the fire around me
The way it consumes my soul.
It licks me from the inside out
And sends a tingle down my spine.
The way th..
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Squish. Squash. Squoosh.
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