Sunday, March 7, 2010

Get Out

I lie in your delicate grip
Holding me lightly; you begin to slip
Through the cracks of the walls
Everything is breaking; everything falls
Straining to hold you only made it worse
I am everything that pains you; you are everything that hurts
The quiet escapes of breath are hard to hear
Only suffocating you more when I draw near
Disappearing out of reach into the black seeps
You are all that bothers me; nightmares in my sleep
Bundled and buried in the blankets on my bed
Please let me go; please get out of my head

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