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76. stuck in my head

she's like the song i have stuck in my head all day,

       distracting, yet persistent,

constantly there, yet never a bore.

whether it be my hand drumming softly on the table,

       or my knee tapping to the beat of her,

i don't think i'd ever hate this melody.

now's not the time to talk about her though,

       my mind is filling up with steam,

crowds of faces blurring together.

i've been here before.

a single thought is like a needle pricking my finger,

       bringing me to eternal sleep,

and a soft kiss is all that is needed.

yet my lips are cold, and my heart is dead,

      she's long gone,

and no one's here to save me.

this feeling that curls up in my heart,

      tearing down my walls and antagonizing my perspective,

i'd wish it all go away, since it's all just stuck in my head.

i've been here before.

my mind is a graveyard full of decay,

      dust setting and i've left paint to dry,

red begins to bleed at the corner of my vision.

digging into the ground, 

      filth enveloping me as i scream,

my throat hurting from the misery that erupts from me.

i'm the richest man in the cemetery,

      death is my comfort,

and my demise, but it's all stuck in my head.

yet, i feel as though i've been here before.

- stuck in my head