Caricamento in corso...

Inside my head

I live inside my head
Where soft flurries spin,
And there’s a rise of warm water brushing against your legs.
 
I live inside my head
Where spikes stick out
To scrape off your thin skin,
And there’s screaming.
 
I’m trapped inside my head
Where I’m searching
In the midst of music
And terror.

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