We speak, or rather you spoke
I listened
You'll be fine, you'll do great
You've got so much going for you
I never understood why you said that
Maybe just placating
Weary little broken boy toy me
What good was I, could hardly speak
Or look at faces, just shoes
All shame rotting away
In death trap little future overdose room
More ***** than brain
Felt skin sloughing off
Hair falling out dead anyway
While cancer ate away ulcerous stomach
When looked in mirror
Only saw death, reaving reaper
His scythe my smashed absinthe bottle
****** X marks the spot where
I drag everyone down with me
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
We speak, or rather you spoke
I listened
You'll be fine, you'll do great
You've got so much going for you
I never understood why you said that
Maybe just placating
Weary little broken boy toy me
What good was I, could hardly speak
Or look at faces, just shoes
All shame rotting away
In death trap little future overdose room
More ***** than brain
Felt skin sloughing off
Hair falling out dead anyway
While cancer ate away ulcerous stomach
When looked in mirror
Only saw death, reaving reaper
His scythe my smashed absinthe bottle
****** X marks the spot where
I drag everyone down with me
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