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The Psychological Martyr
I should've built a bridge before I tried crossing your mind
because I'm falling fast with no safety net to catch me.
Your body looks stable, but inside your head
I find you are completely reckless.
Crossing any path you've built in there
is like walking through a mine field.
But I'm looking for heat;
Some sort of explosion or spark
to light up your mind with the thought of me.
And I've come to think that stepping on a bomb
wouldn't be too bad because then I'd scatter
all across your brain and you'd envision me
anywhere your mind wandered.
I'm practically as bad as a nocturnal bug
too consumed in the temptation of the flames
to heed the danger that comes with such a fatal attraction.
Mine fields may be for the mad but I think bridges are for the meek.
And so I madly walk on wondering when I'll find the right misstep
that will ignite the fire to blow your mind.
Life's an adventure.
(Life's an adventure.)
Dawn of Lighten
Sally A Bayan
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