it fits just like a glove
this morphine like bliss
to feel connected
this is my pathology
warming my darkest hours
hand wringing remorse
morbid obsession
like a dead body myself
n tell me just what do you do
mind has gone walkies
can't think what to say
don't feel at home anywhere
my stomach is tied up in knots
jittery unstable
paralysis shock
when i was a child i dreamed
a monster took them away
mother and brother
drowned at sea
they departed from our cellar
n i still don't quite understand
how its not my fault
when i wasnt there
he had to go through that alone
finding her dead in her room
his nightmare is mine
n now i need help
when i was a child i dreamed
a monster took them away
mother and brother
drowned at sea
they departed from our cellar
n i still don't quite understand
how its not my fault
when i wasnt there
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