Come out now, I beckon and coax.
Turmoil; twisted and tethered,
like tendrils on my subconscious.
They grip.
It's my only goal to make them slip, unclip, and submit.
I am to wash away all negativity and dismay, to make my world anew by light of day.
In my mind, my soul, my body, my whole; these things I will not let stay.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Come out now, I beckon and coax.
Turmoil; twisted and tethered,
like tendrils on my subconscious.
They grip.
It's my only goal to make them slip, unclip, and submit.
I am to wash away all negativity and dismay, to make my world anew by light of day.
In my mind, my soul, my body, my whole; these things I will not let stay.
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