Spit your fire.
Shave your mane.
Smoke your *** and I’ll do the same.
Soak in your manic depression
And ill filet a new piece of skin.
Maybe if we manipulate our minds enough
We can forget this ever happened.
I could not quell your depression,
I could not subdue your self-hatred,
I could not conquer your demons
Or your fears or feelings of lack of purpose in this life.
But I made your pain my own
And I was content to soothe a sentiment that was fleeting .
So spit your fire.
Shave your mane
Take your three headed dogs, poetry, and daisy chains
And revel in unhappiness while I do the same