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June 13, 2017

Square coffins
locked doors in rooms with no escape
My head's poundin
My vision blurrin to the left see my own guilt
Starin face to face
like Glass in place with mirror surfaces
There is no space to leave or run from
The dark eyes have no place but the place left behind a cold exterior face
Rigged unto death until the surface cracks
Until the mask has been chipped away
but the eyes
the eyes always stay the same
With no gentle guiding light
No kindness no life
And sick is the way I feel
Stomach churning like tsunami waves
Crashing, shipwrecking things that have been formerly okay
And to this I say turn your head away
If eyes so dark, dull and grey can't catch a break don't look that way
Don't cooperate
Don't Exist Don't breath that sigh of relief
Just fall away
Just fall away
Just Fall away
Just fall away
Just Fall Away

Think of England, of London, of France
Think of Gin
Think of Latin dancers and citadels
Think of Fantasy on a pedestal

Think of kings. and Queens in middle ages
But don't turn your head and think of him.
Don't look at your innocence fade
Don't think on their last day
Don't think of anything