bogeymen are its hard to
no longer hiding where'd remember
in your cupboards all the that i'm alive
or under your beds beauty some days
they're hidden in go? because i feel
the depths of so dead
your dark mind on the i want to replace
ready to jump out inside the blood in my veins
and cause the a lonely poetess with ink
self hate that ends sits in a pool of blood
in blood covered
blades
many different fragments, read by font, not line