delirious, lonely, skeptical
laying on sheets of hurt
the cracks in the ceiling know you better
than you know yourself
seeking release
the darkness stifles the flame
craving, dreaming, shattered
the world inside your head is afraid
of you
how does one get to this point?
wasted your whole life building up walls
only to realize
the cask of Amontillado never was real
memory eclipses your body
you aren't so fragile anymore
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