I've been licking sandpaper,
-Again scraping away
The disease.
I let you carry,
There were only icicle covered
Cannibals; bearing hearts of lead.
My anchor to it is gone--
I think-
I think.
-I killed it for fear,
And now I'm sugarcoating-
Poisons, giving cysts.
To lesser parts of me.
Help me--
I would ask the husk of my heart.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
I've been licking sandpaper,
-Again scraping away
The disease.
I let you carry,
There were only icicle covered
Cannibals; bearing hearts of lead.
My anchor to it is gone--
I think-
I think.
-I killed it for fear,
And now I'm sugarcoating-
Poisons, giving cysts.
To lesser parts of me.
Help me--
I would ask the husk of my heart.
Unabletofeel.
