how late is too late
how deep do these murky waters go
and is there ever a right time to start to panic?
breathe...
dark streets, well past midnight. kalamazoo, hazel, climax... ugly night. sticky like any other sin. dark. turn around the corner. hide and seek. ghosts with sick faces. i really wish there was a mirror to wake me up. round and round.
and sometimes it's rainy. or snowy. still dark. round and round. till early morning. sad stories strolling through deserted streets. as if in a disturbing dream. noone to wake you up.
breathe...
after what point can you not turn back
and how much is too much?
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