sitting in bed,
thinking about life,
nothing to do but
s
i
t
with a knife,
till my
b
l
o
o
d
drains o
u
t,
like the draining of a sink,
and it will soon
r
u
n
clear,
and I will very too soon
s
i
n
k,
sink into the ground where I once arose,
now I'll lie
d
o
w
n
forever inclosed,
with my secrets trapped with me inside,
forever until I eternally
a
b
i
d
e
.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
sitting in bed,
thinking about life,
nothing to do but
s
i
t
with a knife,
till my
b
l
o
o
d
drains o
u
t,
like the draining of a sink,
and it will soon
r
u
n
clear,
and I will very too soon
s
i
n
k,
sink into the ground where I once arose,
now I'll lie
d
o
w
n
forever inclosed,
with my secrets trapped with me inside,
forever until I eternally
a
b
i
d
e
.
3/26/15
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