one candle burns unconditionally
the twin size bed unkept
under the floorboards boxes of mental letters and razors
the unstable table with rotten food and sketching tools
then the door with the 500 locks making sure I can’t ever get out but only visit the beautiful people and touch the sun when ever the demons are on break
when I start feeling the warmth I start to feel a black hole sucking me in slowly then first my soul and next my flesh leaves then it all starts again
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