I Wrote This in Blood


There is a pendulum swinging
In the back of my head.

There is no mirror
That holds my reflection.

The ocean where my conscious
And subconscious meets is tainted black.

There is no stairway
That will lead me out of this dark place.

There is no wall
That does not know all of my secrets.

The window into my soul
Is dusky, broken, and boarded up.

There is no door
That is unlocked so I can run free.

There is a clock ticking
In the back of my head.

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