Sick Days of the Past
Gone are countless moments
Wasted years spent feeding on toxic fumes
No longer able to recognize myself
The mirror screams
And soon I will forget it all again
My room is far to frightening
Even my bed has goosebumps
I can't even go out anymore!!
I want to collapse into an old rocking chair
To forget this sick that obsesses's me
I'm exhausted
Done with being strung out
Yet, still strung out
Spontaneously combusting
Rearranging the stars
Birthing a whole new sky
While I stare at a clock mocking me
The insignia of suicide
Gorged on the fruit that hangs from the branches
Of a long dead tree sure to eat the body and melt the brain
To much samo samo
Bull dreary neighborhood disease
Walking in broken shoes
Eyes glazed over with a frost manufactured from
Tiny tin bags
No where to run
Left reminded of a permanent picture realm of sunshine
Now left to mold in bags of trash
Stacked to the ceiling
Of a room where I've come to finally die
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