There’s a mirror at the beds end
A hole inside my brain
This place I live in does exist
It leaks onto the floor
I’ve scooped it up before
Put it back inside
The hole grows cold
With salty mold
From all the tears I’ve cried
This place I live for
Wakes my mind
In times when I know peace
It takes a nightmare
Of this kind
To let it off the leash
My brain of course
It seldom sits but waits
Till I am dead
Where the only place I’ll really know
Is the space inside my head
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