cold water cascading from above, painfully numbing my flesh;
the pounding in my head violently strumming the mess...
keep replaying the same memories, they're stuck in my soul,
screaming at the cold tiles: "Why cant i be whole?!?"
what will it take to be free?
what will it take to forget?
how can i rise from my debris,
knowing for this i bled?
words dripping, conscious slipping, and my only thoughts a huddled blur.
mind tripping, pain crippling, but... there's comfort in this shuddered slur...
a weak bundle, cleansed beneath the water's onslaught...
...yet i cant figure out why -
why i feel safe in my net of cries,
my set of lies,
my path awry...
a place of nightmares and broken dreams;
of fear, anger, disillusion and silent screams.
yet in my twisted mind, this is where i feel safe...
my warm embrace,
my sacred place,
my ever-changing grave...
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