Leave This Place
Dark wing
In the night
Flying towards
The moon
Tis’ but a demon
Upon it’s way
Makeup on the counter
Teeth in my drink
Powder by the faucet
Canned roaches
Don’t run or skitter
They fly in the night
A white wing in my hand
A gun upon my soul
Snapshots of posters
Rotting on a train
Rumbling through a vision
Of coyotes and dogs that bite
Waiting for a dungeon
Damp and dreary
Chains around my heart
I can’t leave this place
Now
I can’t leave this place tonight.
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