Staying sedated
Staying in my brain
Damaged
Blood flooding my skull
Reoccurring nightmares
It's two way mirror
Burning house
Holding my cut off hand
Schizo
It's so
Three doses
Over the hill I go
My body is on ice
Finding unexplainable wounds
Doomed to my soul
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
I'll take this as metaphoric and indeed with such emotional injury one goes blank just like physical shock. But to what infirmary do we go for such wounds. A lovely write
Thank you so much
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