How you want to send a text
& **** his world up,
You were lonely hugging bowls while you hurled up.
Agony on the floor,
Foetal how you curled up.

Puke up another blood vessel?
We have more time
to build up more slime
Build up more grime
Build up what's mine.

Blow in due course,
Empty of a force
Cause it's torn from me,
Style and confidence
It was born from me.

Now far from the core
Of me,
Sat in the shore or
Sea
I can't seem to see.

Who I want to be
And aspects
I want to free.