Whenever I can feel my bones I have to close my eyes.
And I let the darkness rise from clouds that fill her mind.
The softness of a skin wrapped cage, I have to close my eyes.
And know that she is trapped in here with carnage and with flies.
Whenever I can feel my bones: a part of me denies,
that I have to close my eyes and take it deep inside.
Inside the cage; a piety where bones do not reside.
And I have to close my eyes, when she gets loose in my mind.
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