Parent: LeaveItToMe – omnipresent


I would not swallow
for fear of the mist
it’s a cold twilight
.. and hostile

I am weak in the knees
my head is throbbing
something is aching

the asylum in my head
somebody        help


It is not my safe place

I am not myself
I am not myself

Somebody       .. help


I am the cabin

In a concrete jungle

The chandelier falls
but only I may hear
when I do not swallow

The End

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