I like the way my eyes will sting
when I keep myself awake.
I like the way my mouth goes dry
while chewing on escape.
I like the way my basement crawls,
the scratching at my door.
I like the dark that chokes on me,
the fire for my floor-
the eyes that always see...
I like the emptiness in here
and what becomes of me.
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