- c o f f i n w a l l s -
Each wall surrounding me has a story.
The paper is peeling from the plaster,
And chipping oh so slowly.
Covering the cracks with posters is something I've mastered.
Salt has stained over the design,
And I'm painting over the streaks with caution.
There's no point in taking the time to prime
Because the blood I've spread will return with the morning sun.
I'm just delaying the inevitable,
The reality of people around me discovering the ugly truth.
The room I reside in hides things so cruel,
But I can only do so much to conceal the proof.
The sun sets and I'm back in my comfy coffin.
I allow my mind to die for the evening,
Thoughts becoming a death-deserving sin.
But when daylight returns I prepare for what emotions bring.
The walls around me provide nightmares,
But it's a reality I live in so deeply.
For this reason I handle my heart with care
Because vulnerability results when "sanity" is momentarily seen.
Who is sane anymore?
Who can be immune to such destruction?
This mind of mine shakes my core,
And my head it beating like a war drum.
As the stick strikes vigorously
I'm consumed by the migraine
And the haunting spree.
Yes, my mind has never be the same.
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