Haunted
Death’s inside
Food is killing me I think
The cure hates my guts
Last night During the storm
I captured a photo of a lightning bolt
Shredding the sky apart
It tore a hole
into the face of the Atlantic
And I understood
Felt
Whatever’s wrong inside
Is the way its meant
To be.
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