Drag
Drag
by
samnesia.com
After sleeping for the past twelve hours
I still won’t go outside
Only if I feel like dying with the sun on my face
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there.
With a mouth that tastes like ash
whenever I swallow
If I walk out there, I’ll only fall
beneath the weight on my mind.
These fragile bones will break again.
Even then, I’d have to drag myself to somewhere safe
Possibly, the morgue
I hope to hell it’s a morgue.
Coughing up my insides onto the floor,
there’s always one, who’d love to watch me
crawl back into the dark and away from the pain.
All these cigarettes leave me
is the small belief
that I may never wake up again.
After sleeping through another twelve hours,
I don’t think I’ll be leaving, anytime soon
Only if I feel like dying in the warmth of the sun
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there
Out where
I may never wake up again.
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