Making Maps - Notes on My Pillowcase

Inside a vault buried in three boxes lay
The pages where marks cut bruises
Contours in the shadows of her mind
Banished all in speech and thought
An excommunication
Discovery and revelry
Dusting off the pages once lost

Why did you write me
Notes on my pillowcase
Oh come and find me
In my hiding place

Catalouged your nightmares into a book
Rattled off a sickly sedation of words
Phantom limb, I remember him
And the ghosts left footprints behind

Why did you write me
Notes on my pillowcase
Oh come and find me
In my hiding

Every day you look in the mirror
Tear back the skin and hair
Find the truth that you've been missing
You're not the one who's there

Every day you look in the mirror
Tear back the skin and hair
Find the face that you've been missing
You're not the one who stares

Conjuring dreams from a sleepless mind
Summoning the dead to save your life

Conjuring dreams from a sleepless mind
Summoning the dead to save your life

Written by:
Samuel Traquina

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