Lyssophobia


Perfect jailbird I've made me
Bars of air, they hold me free
All alone trapped in my own
Satisfaction to just be

Sing to me, my other I
How crystalline the sounds you cry
Echoes listen before sleep
And through whispers I'll reply

Is it sadness in my eyes?
It's feeling whole by weaving lives
Making worlds with every breath
Only breathing what I rise

Do not try to tear me out
I beg you keep me what I've found
My other I, it wants to sing
To myself forever bound

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