You are in a place you should not be,
Its my mind, cluttered and chaotic;
Leaving me shackled to my dreams,
Darkened with thoughts of yearnings.
My heart has fled illegally,
To a mindless space with no warmth;
The beating turned to light flutters,
Forming a melody for goodbye.
I need sobriety,
It is my best weapon against you;
It deters me from reaching for you,
Or your thoughts, when I am alone.
I need to be free,
Not trapped where you could find me,
And subject me to your prowess,
So that I fall too deep, 6 feet too deep.
Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar
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