Rust Sacrifices

​Hovering above me like a stick

Limboing between the ground and what I need

So close and so far

That I don’t know what’s reality
Am I even existing? What was my home is somewhere I am just visiting, on vacation from where I might be one day

Who might roam my quarters some day is beyond me

But I need to do it myself

Be myself
And I thought freedom tasted sweet, but sacrifice is a tastier bitter

Like a spoiled carton of fresh juice

One sip and im drowning

Drowned, I’m still sinking

And growing more lost
With every step, the compass is freaking out

Like a wavering heart beat, zig zag

Winding road, in and out

Roughly suffocating

Softly striving

For rust

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