
The Knot In My Skin
I lost my only thought holding
dissipated wants
You still haunt every room but
Loving every knot
In my skin. I feel the pain rise like afterthought.
Chase me down. The ghost in the backroom wears the crown
He likes to trick us semiweekly just so immediately
We let it go down so destructively exposed each our underbelly
Thrashing for it expectedly lost control
I’m finding residual leftover then stole
In losing my mind when a man has taken even so
it’s love I withhold but yet feel wholely, in my soul
Word to hated
He left me to a mind jaded
left inquisition barricaded. Hear the siren serenaded
I’m emaciated just a shadow and shot-down
But I can’t take a breath, so I taking a step down
And when I want to drown, I can’t forget the way
The ghost intrudes a say, telling me to stay layed
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