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[darkmaiden]

You see when a pen wakes you up in the morning you know that someone is trying to save your life
cause writing is a raft when you are caught in a sea of your own nightmares
writing comes when you hit the interlude between the bed and the floor.
when you want to walk upside down out of your skin,
but are forced to resort to fixation on blankets that can hold on to heavy gripping and have ears that can endure painful screaming.

I am sick
but my body always wants me up early
I think it gets tired of playing my conscious home movies
through a high definition eye that has to force the colors past what they want to be.
and I think I'm scared that
I can't heal myself by closing my windows and shutting my blinds
just by letting those hopeless images pass by
but I know that its more this time
So much more that I want to leave this place so you can't see what I look like when I'm losing my grace.
when the grandeur of my castle has become piles and piles of dirt
it all comes away so easy at times like these
but I think I knew I had a problem when I was writing this at five in the morning.