It makes me feel like a child

A tiny rock hurled into doom

fed to wolves gone wild

there’s a wall, a big dark room

dense fog all around me

Loss of words, I cannot move

Behind it, I don’t wanna see

Goblins tower on my chest

why do this to me

Over and over

Obsessively erasing this atmosphere

Over and over

How to sterilize a bursting fear

This starving darkness

plunging into my soul

I am still a child

a dragging corps

if only I could climb

from the other side safety calls


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