
As I lay on my bed In between the shadows of myself To be comfortable is to lean towards my left, the past What i had thought to be my anchor.
The right, what i want…what i desire The burning lump for life I feel at the back of my throat, for more. It feels intolerable, excruciating maybe Ruffled in the feathers of my past, my made believe anchor.
As I lay in bed, on my bed I am restless, but stuck in enigma. I can’t ponder, not too much this time So i desire… i dream I long for more It’s almost unbearable, excruciating maybe.
But the lump is gone and my left seems far from me, So far from reach My keystone…gone and leaving me to bleed But i am set free Forced to heal Right here, on my bed…in bed.
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