I can\'t sleep

worried, a little too worried.

... been feeling ... bad, let\'s just say bad

downwards spiral encapsulated

mattresses to the left of me

mattresses to the right

constricted here, bound to self

all these screams fill the air

I imagined, they said, blood in the walls

can\'t think no more... floating on a feather

on the updraft

towards the fire and the flame

where I can never see you

tumble, rumble, fumble, crumble

let\'s get ready to rumble... a television outside screamed through my wall

they\'re watching fights again

I hear whimpers in the air... who\'s there?

can\'t you see me standing here?

I\'ll console you... will you let me?

there\'s no one here

there\'s just me

my cheek\'s moist... a leak in the ceiling perhaps?

tastes salty... fresh... clean...

like... like... like memories

like my pillow

... in the morning

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