Maybe to disassociate
Is the only way
"Like maybe that's alright
Maybe it's okay"
But
Then it all hits you at once
Speeding bullet subway train
Your body has been void for years
Your organs have already melted, rotted, and withered
away
And when that happens
There's no going back
You wake up in the morning
Every morning
and
Instead of brusing your teeth
You look in the mirror and ask yourself
*Who the **** am I?*
And your brain goes empty
So.
utterly.
*******
bleak.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Maybe to disassociate
Is the only way
"Like maybe that's alright
Maybe it's okay"
But
Then it all hits you at once
Speeding bullet subway train
Your body has been void for years
Your organs have already melted, rotted, and withered
away
And when that happens
There's no going back
You wake up in the morning
Every morning
and
Instead of brusing your teeth
You look in the mirror and ask yourself
*Who the **** am I?*
And your brain goes empty
So.
utterly.
*******
bleak.
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