Escapinggggg....

stitches in my brain

keeping in the monsters that lurk

prison bars- pieces of thread

tied in MY skIn?

Yells of sadness and nightmares

Coldness, water spilling, drain, cracked lips

lips of beer

beer of bars of streets of liquid of imagination

PEOPLE. whO. Have  imAginATION?

paint

paint

paint that covers up art on walls

paint is police----- art is artists

artists who see the world truly as it is

the. WO

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oh, LorD

no more of this torture

wrITe me doWn and send me doWn

becAUse my stitches are open

and the MONSTERs are 

escapingggggg....

Author's Note

no stealing plz!!