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A handle please

A handle, a handle, a handle please
I'm feeling the shaking that starts in my knees
The beast has arrived and it's taken my peace
My skin is screaming
I need a release
The burning is growing
In my blood as it's flowing
My chest is on fire
And my darkness is growing
I'm sick of reality
and I'm sick of knowing
This maelstrom is breaking me
Now my mind is going

Down, down, down
Down, down, down

This room of tiles
Brings calm and brings smiles
Alone with my friend
This smells like the end
Stuck to my shower floor
My eyes just hover for
For a glimpse of the light
Though these shadows might
Take me
and shake me
and break free and laugh
and chase me and mock me
and bring up my past
This room of tiles
Brings devils, brings guile

So  a handle, a handle, a handle please
Keep me upright
and fulfill my needs
Make these lights less bright
And confirm my deeds
A handle
A handle
A handle please
Written by freetrog
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