I have settled in the air the breath is heavied by the dust but I am mind in demon eyes not decent finds of seek and hide the war is close the battle bares the scars the most and I am jelled into a frame a paint a shade of pink in lady lace she smells like candy in a trashy place but I can't forget her face her tears keep me warm and wanting but I let go cuz broken glass has passed my feet and better blood then bottled beer I fear the earth has heard me here and now no safety on the latch I'm wasted by the facts and science keeps me waiting sitting back cuz flying is a figment for planes and kites and wind but I can carry if I try if I take the step to fall from heights into a hug that can break my whole interior but in reality I know that I can if I try I might but for now I'll just stay put cuz ground is comfort from the fall.
~Psyq
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