the needle is in my arm
the dripping is far away
i'm soaking into the chair
overdid it today
i'm closing all the doors
pulling curtains and the house is dimmed
if anybody comes by
do not let them in
i'm dying on the couch
starving myself in more ways than one
maybe if i could swallow my pride
i wouldn't be alone
whatever
i'll change the channel now
i'll circle back to this in half an hour
settled into my sunken spot
and ready to rot and deflower
i'll stew in my sorrows
then rise for the occasion
ready to run away
but bound to my obligations
i listened to TV by billie eilish, and i think that song is beautiful. truly, i don't wanna talk right now, i just wanna watch TV.