Shadows tickle word slither
Oxygen stops soul shivers
Icy hands crawls up my back
Wounds deepen, promises crack
A blade hacks at her head
Red drops drip on the bed
Pain cuddles, laughter disappears
While she howls where no one hears
Chained to reality, a soggy brain
A withered shadow is left insane.
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