I just want to be sick stammering uncontrollable and effortlessly ill, and in the time it takes to realize these things you're all gone
Because I'm sick stammering uncontrollable but the effort in my illness is less sweet than I'd have you believe
Because I'm never satiated never happy never never ever please and if I am it's not really something truly believable
Infatuation which drives me mad and drives her to the arms of every man every woman every boy girl boy and when I'm mad it's all over it was really nothing
Nothing at all
Because I'm always the one told to stay to remain as the world goes to pure entropy around me
Because nothing ever matters when you're living on cardboard cutouts handouts selling yourself your selves to live
You can't live on the streets when they've all been decimated
This was all brought on by pictures of someone I knew and no one I was.
I am so fat.
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