They sink into a bed of lies
arrange
the cushion of comfort
sad sigh
a bad night
Themselves to blame
Laced up crushed
entangled awakening
incapacitated
under a blanket of needles
from those with close ties
Themselves to blame
Needles clasp their body
incapacitated
make them cave further
down into a bed of lies
blanketing their lips.
['Needless' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
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