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I woke up in the room
With my name on my wrist
The fresh scar was burning
In that sterile air
And she still loomed over me
She still looms over me
The sharp edge had sung
Lullabies of release
And promised comfort
But it was starving
For forearm skin and blood
It's gluttony was fulfilled
I still remember
The dark, grey weather
Gliding and breathing
Cradled in a window
The psych ward was a safe prison
For the storm inside
I only wanted to sleep
Forever
