corners 

the softly stabbing sadness
of long worried nights
laying here waiting across my face
and the memories i swallow then yesterday
is what i lean up against
here in my head
these things they stay with me
this how i know i aint dead

when things i do they shackle me
my blood it pourd so endlessly
and this air so thick
it smothering me
is what i lean up against
here in my head
these things they stay with me
this how i know i aint dead 

notions of you
that i’m too scared to dare
my other little thoughts
they going no where
and the nipples of things
that i wish they could be
is what i lean up against
here in my head
these things they stay with me
this how i know i aint dead

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