Wishful thinking.
Burning desire
running deeper
than blood
needs oxygen
to glow red
within out veins.
Morbid flash
of distant
memories.
Pouring rain,
flooding lights.
Your scream,
I can't watch.
Change the station,
turn off the lights,
open the cage.
Do something
to free this
idea from the
cage of death.
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