Three consecutive tones
knotting my telephony
One fistfull of steel burning my hand
Two glares in my two eyes
One darkness in my image
Seven stitches in my head \|\|\|\
one perception twisted
double vision marred
Three bullets droning in my eyes
they don't speak
don't retort
don't disagree
Stitches bind me
Pills alter me
I think I am God
Satan haunts me
along
the side of my head and embedded in my face
the cold threads that hold me in my own prison
no
walls except my own
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