Scilence
the sounds that ring ear to ear
isnt the worst thing
the scilence is what i fear
alone in this mangled bed
cold in this hallow head
i wait, i take...
these sleepin' pills
i grasp, i break
everything but which kills
i hold on to that faded
weak grain, the dust
which gusts my pain
i feel eroded as the caverns cave
i shake loosly, an rattle away
all this rust
all the same
tangled in these sheets
a mess & crooked teeth
my shifted spine
my less devine
im slipping away
enveloped in this
silky web
i fade into my self
away from my head
into the scilence
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