pills.

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A Poem by FaeryQueen

9.26.21

6.41pm

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Maybe I should take medication-

Because I can’t find a way to stay alive without the thought of dancing knives

Maybe I need a little education

Train my brain to stay alive,

Coz I’m a little reluctant for the fight

Medicine always made it cathartic,

Calmed me down, but made me lethargic,

If only I knew how to bombard it.

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Won’t you slip it under my skin?

Tuck it in a fold, to an alien dimension…

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Train my brain to breathe again?

We’ve always been so good at playing pretend,

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What good is a book when you can’t write your own?

What good is a home, when you feel like a ghost,

What’s there to call your own?

Whose hands are there for you to hold?

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I’m out here in the cold,

Come here, give your coat,

I’m not where you can-…

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roam-.

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Wait!

Can’t you hear the trumpets blow?

It’s the end of all we know,

And all my secrets have come undone,

Can’t you read it; the prophecies have just begun.

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All my bones have been exposed, you can see the pagan scribes,

All the scribbles, ancient tombs, they’re all written inside my eyes,

I dance with demons in the night, oh my!

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Don’t you remember,

The 12th of December…

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When you left me there to die?

© 2021 FaeryQueen


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