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Sideways

The water drips
slowly hanging midair
waiting to splash
in the rusted sink
that looks suspiciously
as if it's stained with blood

drip, splash, slash, cut
is what I see in my mind
in the distance the clock tics
slow motion mocking my existence
tic tock, tic tock

time running sideways here
in my skewed mental state
always twisted and upside down
turning my insides I vomit
into this rust stained bloody sink

I run for freedom where time can't find me
basking in the moon
shrugging off my clothes
that feel like they have a life of their own
binding and choking me
with button eyes laughing at the state of things

burning them in the yard I laugh maniacly
dancing in their ashes
smearing the sins of yesterday in my palms
free at last from time and the constrictions
society has placed upon me
liberated from that bloody sink
no longer awaiting that last drip
that hangs midair and never falls for me
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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