my mind through
a garbage disposal
wrung out to dry
on barbed wire
the terrifying thing
is this:
its all in my head
no one else can hear
what's happened,
what's happening
I want to
search for new ways
of forgetting
convincing myself it is all
a creation of my
sick mind
a work of art
from my imagination
a ghost I choose
to believe in
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
my mind through
a garbage disposal
wrung out to dry
on barbed wire
the terrifying thing
is this:
its all in my head
no one else can hear
what's happened,
what's happening
I want to
search for new ways
of forgetting
convincing myself it is all
a creation of my
sick mind
a work of art
from my imagination
a ghost I choose
to believe in
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