long hot nights
and bright red screams.
as flesh met metal;
my skin against the wall,
I retracted back my arms
and now I'm stuck here
pulling pieces
of this vacuity
back into me...
what seems so empty,
so meaningless
stays in feelings forever
trapped inside of me;
like a dream inside a dream.
oh baby, this nothing
is all I need.
(something strange I wrote)
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