A Warm Night Please


It’s torture, it’s black
It’s glass in my back
It’s scary, it’s blue
I’m at the bottom of a pool

There’s knives in my chest
But I am trying my best
Im driving knives into my heart
But I didn’t make them start

It’s cold, I’m alone
And the light rarely shows
It’s ignoring, I’m hollow
And the truth is hard to swallow

There’s glass in my stomach
As I drag myself up the summit
But it’s dark and I’m blind
So peace is hard to find

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