This state is deep like a well
long like an underground tunnel
going back in time
decades, centuries
it’s not my fault
not my creation
it’s there
it’s a historical malady
nothing to do with me
I’m just a medium
in my head
decoding it
cleaning my books
the library
magical escape
it’s always a good potion
through the garden of insanity
full of roses
painted blue
it’s dark in the frozen castle
I want to be outside
in the red rose garden
in the sun with
me
a teenager
red hair
white skirt
that’s the real me
in my head
before the darkness engulfed
put everything into the grave
with a cross
on it
how deadly
I don’t want to be the black raven
I don’t want to see the pit
smell the myrrh
please, take it away from me
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