Swallow your glass whole
Nothing will
Burning through your open closed
Swing, miss, swing
There’s an empty grave beneath the park
Where smiling children sing hymns to a silent dark
Who was suffocating
Once here, or nowhere?
Yellow toothed maniac
Down, dead, dying
I’ve worn my neck right through
Thinking of you
3:27pm, June 29th 2015
Nothing is ever as it seems. The world is shrouded in lies.