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BREAKDOWN Sleep – What’s sleep? I haven’t had a cupful in weeks. So self-obsessed I run the razor’s edge All my nerves teething The wrong kind of feeling. And don’t expect a smile Nor deny me my frown It’s my crown. I’m king of the snows My heart’s never been this cold Antarctic From head to toe. The people around me Are already ghosts They can’t touch me. Only last night Incandescent I flew across the sea Found a new reality. But perhaps you’re right I need to go away At the hospital gates Let me kneel and pray. I know the signs When the voices shine. I’m out of control And now my soul Is burning white and hot. Sweet Jesus please Make it stop! Make it stop! |
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