I wanted to die
This house This place I can't
Tried to drown it smother suffocate deprive ******* life-force
I felt feel I belong to some Otherplace
I still feel; weeknight dim-dark
Streetlamps cities and my eyes swole shut a silly haze
No sugar or milk please thank you and could you
The owls sound off—or owl they all sound the same don't they
One too many passersby
Screams far away terrible
Wait for prescribed calm to take hold
Crows are not like owls are not like vultures
No thing is like any other thing
This I've come to sense
I can't shake this pain from my belly
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
I wanted to die
This house This place I can't
Tried to drown it smother suffocate deprive ******* life-force
I felt feel I belong to some Otherplace
I still feel; weeknight dim-dark
Streetlamps cities and my eyes swole shut a silly haze
No sugar or milk please thank you and could you
The owls sound off—or owl they all sound the same don't they
One too many passersby
Screams far away terrible
Wait for prescribed calm to take hold
Crows are not like owls are not like vultures
No thing is like any other thing
This I've come to sense
I can't shake this pain from my belly
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