so fright fades unchanged
just like last time
with me rocking on my back
blinking eyes
segment my life
and hedge it under brush
where crushing shadows won’t loom
where nothing pries me open
Scamper to find a good beat
or keep from careless beatings
found damp and dark
smells like dead leaves
Fading revulsion
Decaying senses, senseless
still safety my nerves’ Savior
with me rocking on my back
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