what's going through my mind
I don't want you know
that what I'm feeling is sublime
The feeling of wetness
at the bottom of my feet.
The rush in my veins
travel out from a leak.
Pressing the blades,
the glass over edge.
I don't want you to see
that I'm falling from this ledge.
Oh, the mayhem,
that crawls in my head.
That urges me to do things
when I'm awake and you're in bed.
Go out in the darkness,
grab hands all around.
Lead all that you touch,
lead them underground.
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