Prison Cinema

In bed with the light on, North Carolina
Where I first saw it
Hovering over the bed, gun in hand
Eye like a needle where the gold drips out

Choosing sides so as to stay alive, how overwhelming
"It'll be okay," to yourself you say, holding a razor blade

Asleep and dreaming in Memphis, swimming in the dark, bodies under the river
The taste of blood as they call my name like I'm their savior



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Linebarier
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