What is that sound?
The thirst of my brain,
Watered with emotion.
Temporary clarity of surrounding,
Where am I?
I don't want to let you out,
Or better yet anyone in.
I want to be heard,
But not listened to.
What is that sound?
You and I stay in place,
We don't want to lose ourselves.
So let's search for something better,
But don't leave here.
We are safe.
You have given up,
White flags that cower.
I have given up,
Poison that prospers.
What is that sound?
Quickly moving towards the sound.
In front of me,
My hands looking foreign,
This isn't who I'm supposed to be.
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