I’m scared of days
getting shorter.
I’m scared of poison
seeping through
my brick and mortar.
The more I sit with it,
the more it tells.
The more my head fogs
and the loathing burns.
I’m scared of days
getting shorter.
I’m scared of poison
seeping through
my brick and mortar.
The more I sit with it,
the more it tells.
The more my head fogs
and the loathing burns.