The only mountains I've ever seen
Are the contours made in my duvet
The joints of my figure form a ridge
Tumbling into a wasteland either side
The only sunlight I've ever seen
Is the paled dawn through my curtains
Their creases carve canyons of shadow
Prison bars to contain my expectation
The only water I've ever drunk
Is the sound of raindrops in my ears
Pelting the rooftops outside my window
If only it'd wash in and flood the room
Into my mattress I can sink
Into the darkness I can sink
Into the abyss I will sink.
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