Safety
1 min readJun 9, 2021
Come on, shine through me,
drive me to oblivion,
sweat through me,
intoxicate me with your selfish spirit.
Whenever I try to pick myself up there you are,
hidden in the shadows.
What do you need for me to be?
Perfect,
What is perfect?
Normal,
What is normal?
Hide inside the curtains of my dispair