Teetering
I shall lock myself up in my bunker
And tie myself down, restraints and gags
The stars and planets have aligned
I don't know how to say
I am in trouble today
Without people thinking it's the usual
I will lie here and seethe and suffer
Til I bleed and release
I will make myself ice
I shall not need hug nor kiss
Nor any kind words
And anything outside of this room
Will cease to matter
Until I can stand the sunshine again
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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