what a wretched feeling,
being lost in my own skin
I find ways to stretch wrong
and all the kinks move to new places
places that weren't to be discovered
drowsy eyes fighting against light
my spine straining against might
I'm going to snap myself in two
if a cat has two realities:
poison or death
can he be blamed
for acting the pessimist?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
what a wretched feeling,
being lost in my own skin
I find ways to stretch wrong
and all the kinks move to new places
places that weren't to be discovered
drowsy eyes fighting against light
my spine straining against might
I'm going to snap myself in two
if a cat has two realities:
poison or death
can he be blamed
for acting the pessimist?
