locks loops in place
cuts strings of hope
A blade powered by a radius of despair
Back and forth through life
An AC connection binds
My nerve cells through my eyes
so I bawl them out till it's summer
dried my pipes
I'd need a plumber
Now, you might not get the flow
cuz it's how my sick brain goes
I'll live in circles till god knows when
till I finally decide when it ends
When I close the curtains of the shower
When I solve the circle without a power
When I'm dried of the last drop of hope
When I believe the lies of the rope
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
locks loops in place
cuts strings of hope
A blade powered by a radius of despair
Back and forth through life
An AC connection binds
My nerve cells through my eyes
so I bawl them out till it's summer
dried my pipes
I'd need a plumber
Now, you might not get the flow
cuz it's how my sick brain goes
I'll live in circles till god knows when
till I finally decide when it ends
When I close the curtains of the shower
When I solve the circle without a power
When I'm dried of the last drop of hope
When I believe the lies of the rope
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