I want to write.
A poem.
To write.
I want to puke.
Words.
To puke.
I want to ****
Naught.
To ****
I want days and nights and bewildering sights.
I want cries and smiles and slumbering sighs.
Why don't you die?
What is death but an overbearing lie.
Why don't you go?
Not like it ever ... ends.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
I want to write.
A poem.
To write.
I want to puke.
Words.
To puke.
I want to ****
Naught.
To ****
I want days and nights and bewildering sights.
I want cries and smiles and slumbering sighs.
Why don't you die?
What is death but an overbearing lie.
Why don't you go?
Not like it ever ... ends.
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