there is something in me
that tries to get out
and i like how sylvia ended her life
'baked to death'
- sounds fun
it seems like an interesting time
what is the point
i struggle to understand
i want to cry and cry
and never stop
but i tire with the thought
so i stop right there
and all i want to do
is sleep on
your floor of still hopes and dreams
stare at the walls of nightlight
and skies still reflecting the moon and the stars
then look up at the infinitely dark ceiling of sound sleep
without thoughts of tomorrow and baking and living and points being lobbied like endless ping pong ***** around my head
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
there is something in me
that tries to get out
and i like how sylvia ended her life
'baked to death'
- sounds fun
it seems like an interesting time
what is the point
i struggle to understand
i want to cry and cry
and never stop
but i tire with the thought
so i stop right there
and all i want to do
is sleep on
your floor of still hopes and dreams
stare at the walls of nightlight
and skies still reflecting the moon and the stars
then look up at the infinitely dark ceiling of sound sleep
without thoughts of tomorrow and baking and living and points being lobbied like endless ping pong ***** around my head
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