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Internalize
This room full of pain in a graveyard of dreams;
Grinding my teeth into chalk memories.
The eggshell of time in this dark sullen street;
Dripping with sweat in the vessel of sleep.
Tripping the switch with no lamp left to light;
Festering words that I can't sacrifice.
No passage through winter can rouse me from dread;
These demons still loiter a language inbred.
Grinding my teeth into chalk memories.
The eggshell of time in this dark sullen street;
Dripping with sweat in the vessel of sleep.
Tripping the switch with no lamp left to light;
Festering words that I can't sacrifice.
No passage through winter can rouse me from dread;
These demons still loiter a language inbred.
Published 26th Nov 2019
| Edited 28th Nov 2019
Author's Note
I feel like a part of me has already died.
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