In the sections where there are no street lamps in sight.
Imagining that in a big city lives big eyes
Everywhere watching
I couldn't possibly get swallowed by night.
In the dark corridors footsteps are muted by dirt
And in the breeze I trip over rocks I didn't see
Falling for a long time until I've scraped a knee
Maybe it's my mouth that bleeds.
I think about what it feels like to lay underneath.
Why I didn't check my fingernails
Clean them out in a hot shower before crying myself to sleep.
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