Memories  on the wall
falling of the wagon of ****

the faster i run
the faster it comes

scary is on the wall
i don't want to take that fall

i need to find a place to
pass it over

no other place
makes me feel so jaded

crosses on the surface
on my spoons

black is all i feel
is that what it means to be free

degradation is what i bring to myself
to feel that unwanted love flow

i am only beside myself
trading feeling with myself

flowing in though my veins
makes me real

can i ever be free

from those crosses
on the surface of my spoon