Go Ahead, Rip The Flesh From My Heels To My Head
This putrid rotting headache
Is seeping into all of my limbs
And deadening the world to my senses.
This stale tasting air
Seems to make anything
I try to eat taste like death.
The rough jagged edges of my blanket
Rip my skin to bits and tear at my fingertips.
The thorny pillow I rest my head on
Keeps me up for days on end and makes all my memories
Bleed down my face so often I'll never forget every sickly ill willed choice I've ever experienced.
Please don't look at me anymore.
I'm a wretched being worth no attention of yours.
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Droppin' knowledge since 1986.
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