I feel homesick, while laying in my own bed.
I didn't know it was possible, but I'd say that hurt is blood red.
Alone to dream, but these are Terrible mares of the night.
At war with myself, my head and heart in an ongoing gruesome fight.
Lost in thought, more trapped and caught; quiet and scared.
And to this cold And cruel extreme I'd never been dared.
I dare myself, to make the marks- to feel the scars.
Take it out on my self, am I going too far? ;-No.
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