mental health

The blood drips with blackened awakening

Fear

The blood drips
It’s dark and menacing

Fear

Need a fenced-in crib
For the day of reckoning

Fear

Legs cannot stand upright
While the blood circles about

Fear

Don’t shine the floodlight
The body builds up a shout

Fear

The blood drips
The stomach curls
The bile gathers

Fear

The blood drips
With blackened awakening

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