Washing Machine
I have three personas
Four voices
Two laughs
One cry
I have a death wish and the antidote is to keep getting by
Pills, potions and a washing machine belly full of poison
Three perpetual loves
Six heart breaks
A bleeding wrist radiator
and a dove who upon his release will get eaten alive
Sliced down the middle
50/50 everything
love, hate
happy, sad
It's both good and bad
it cancels itself out
I feel pride, I feel shame
the guilt will cripple me
I can't boast about mistakes that could ruin lives
I sleep, I no longer dream
I am awake all the time
I know a little of nothing, i'm only here to survive
Copyright © Leighton J Rees | Year Posted 2017
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