Trance

Cold winds throng
My dark and lonely room
Kissing myself, caressing
My feet, my hairy legs
Beneath a sheet of wool
I snugly tuck myself in
Shuddering and shuffling
With my eyes wide open
Fleeting pictures inflame
My head, a hastened film
The night flows by
Like a silent stream
Soon this ends
Cadence of fading thoughts
Sinking down
This pitch dark sea of mine

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