In The Dead Of Night


And the memories are like frozen icicles dropping on my limbs

Making me bleed despair

And I can't seem to put myself back together

The mask is shattered

I want to leave peacefully

I left my brain and heart,

In a crumpled, white bag,

And marked it with a c for CHAOS

Because that's all it contained

And that's all it was good for.


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