Disorientation
The mist sits heavily on my brain
Scrambled thoughts swim in the rain
No maps or even a road sign
Feet straddling the wavy line
Dragging around my heavy heart
Internal quakes tears me apart
Sticky webs drench my skin
I lust and yearn to just sin
Mirrors reflect fading angel wings
Playing solo on the swings
Enveloping pleasure on each drop
Secretly plotting the final stop
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