You made my pain disappear.
And I, after.
It held me together like a twine.
- I fall to straw pieces.
I’ve got nothing else on my card
miserable blank on my personal resume.
I get gone to find me,
when I am a waste.
I have no anger
like a wet pile of hay.
The source of my power
is only my muscles.
My brain cells saved me.
Word on my retina. My fingertips move.
My hunger attacks me.
And you, eventually.
The realness escaped me turned on me.
I drink Jameson and it burns my lips.
I dream of scream and tears.
I fear.
The world tires me.
I am flat.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 9:45 AM UTC
You made my pain disappear.
And I, after.
It held me together like a twine.
- I fall to straw pieces.
I’ve got nothing else on my card
miserable blank on my personal resume.
I get gone to find me,
when I am a waste.
I have no anger
like a wet pile of hay.
The source of my power
is only my muscles.
My brain cells saved me.
Word on my retina. My fingertips move.
My hunger attacks me.
And you, eventually.
The realness escaped me turned on me.
I drink Jameson and it burns my lips.
I dream of scream and tears.
I fear.
The world tires me.
I am flat.
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