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Sand and Rats of Bone

There's bone rats in my chest
Squirming and nawing within
I can't breathe, nothing makes sense
What is going on in my mind?
I just don't know what to do
What is this life I'm living
Am I even living? Is this a life?
Feeling like I'm chasing something
But I don't even know what it is
Seeking something, someone, somewhere
It's nowhere,, it's nothing, it's no one
I'm searching, but it doesn't exist
Just like the rats squirming in my chest
There's nothing out there yet I look
My mind is a numb sandy desert
The rats are dead made of fragile bone
Running through the thick bloody oasis
What am I doing... Going back there
It's not there... Whatever it is
Just a mirage in the far distance
Dancer of sand I'm running to
Holding my breathing, that fear of drowning
Swallowing the sand pouring from my eyes
As the rats of bone burst from my chest
I look around and nothing makes sense
Whatever I'm looking for doesn't exist
BlueBeastGirl
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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