Closed Loops

I need to be alone
I'm haunted
There's no blood in this stone
Just vomit
A dog without a bone
A sonnet
A disconnected phone
Oh, Conor

The narrowing of focus
When it comes to health
How quickly things fade away
How swiftly problems melt
Your best it decomposes
Cold day in hell
Your brain is in outer space
Circling Orion's Belt



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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