Escape
dreams come to me at night lady of death in light streams reduced, crushed in paradise beneath thunderous mountains
iced window, widows of weary ways someday buried below stone sunrise wrapped in saturated lies softly, drums beat to broken bones
head in motion spin to melodies feet tap… tap… pound to profanity whisper to be free, chat to devils as toxic thoughts spiral inside of me
as toxic thoughts…
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