The empty glass,
And the sinking ship,
Everything is slipping from my grasp,
Grains of sand falling through my fingers,
Escaping my touch,
I want it all back,
Handcuff my thoughts to a radiatior,
Kidnap the sun and keep it in a jar,
Just for me,
I'm living inside dead skin,
Flaking away,
Leaving me defenceless,
I don't want you to look at me anymore,
I catch fire when those eyes catch mine,
Stop playing hide and seak,
Don't you get that I don't want to be found,
I just wanna listen to the sound.
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Ballad Of My Brain > Poetry
PoetryI'm drowning inside my head, maybe I should learn to swim