These Sheets
I live for the shadows
Turning invisible in the light
I stare in this closure
While you search for for new sights
Tears soil these sheets
While you fool around in these streets
Hoot and Holler at swining hips
While I sit here with this sharp tip
You see no one ever realizes a toxic situation
Until they come out of one
And by that time
Time has past
And the damage has already been done
So I will sit here in these sheets
Watch these tears fall to my feet
As this red river runs
Becuase trust the damage has only begun
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