i'm pooling blood in the basement,
you're crawling beneath your own spine.
you are sick, you are holy
you are shattering under cynical lights.
no one knows how to wake you.
so we sit, we watch.
we will do anything just to slip into your mind,
to use up all the stars inside of your stomach.
i want you to sleep until noon
to slice across yourself
to surface your sins.
im still trying to forget how cold your skin was
im trying to forget the way this is.
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 7:43 AM UTC
i'm pooling blood in the basement,
you're crawling beneath your own spine.
you are sick, you are holy
you are shattering under cynical lights.
no one knows how to wake you.
so we sit, we watch.
we will do anything just to slip into your mind,
to use up all the stars inside of your stomach.
i want you to sleep until noon
to slice across yourself
to surface your sins.
im still trying to forget how cold your skin was
im trying to forget the way this is.
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