Lying in this bed
Hanging by a thread
Tricked by it's coziness
locked in it's coldness
Lured by it's softness
It feels like lying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
It's like swallowing knives
Comfort becoming volatile
Devil is in the details
The illusion of control evaporating
The end becoming obliterating
Starring into emptiness
Spotting the colors of loneliness
Learning to love them
Learning to wear them
Body filled with bitterness
Tears moaning in hopelessness
Learning to swallow it
Learning to like it.
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