What a berk I am
full of nothingness
A universe inside my head is burning
And I see no shadow helping
I desire to pass intoxicant
for I feel no other escape
I am abrading my soul
wish I could wail And
Befriend with my death
They are teaching me to stand
And how to talk with neighbors
For this might be their home
But I do not feel this as my querencia
At least there will be something
I hope after my breath
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
What a berk I am
full of nothingness
A universe inside my head is burning
And I see no shadow helping
I desire to pass intoxicant
for I feel no other escape
I am abrading my soul
wish I could wail And
Befriend with my death
They are teaching me to stand
And how to talk with neighbors
For this might be their home
But I do not feel this as my querencia
At least there will be something
I hope after my breath
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