Knives Out
Skewed reality with the horror of the present. The knives are coming to get me yet I stand firm and wait. And I delve into those murky depths, to release, to forget. I will not bleed from every pore. No more. Grotesque and contorted images invade my mind. And I can’t scrub myself clean no matter how hard I try.
But I stand firm. I look to the good. I look to the best everything can be. It’s the only way to carry on.
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