i'm so angry
my face feels pale
empty space no art-
ist wanted to draw in
i want something
to fill this void behind
sharp teeth: vomiting
coffee grinds and blood
over my favorite novel
in a dream where my
glasses are still
broken and there's
always been wet bed
sheets, red is nothing
is smothering
oh, i want.
need pain
love leaving i've
never craved laughter
no one here is looking at me
the eyes of hungry gods are
glued to my skin tearing them
selves apart leaving me leaving me
to cope with one less layer
i think there are devils in
the clouds that haunt me.
oh, i need.
i need a cigarette
somewhere between
home and hell
taste fog water
catch a breath
push everything
down with old
blood coffee
splash water
on my face:
who the **** is that?
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
i'm so angry
my face feels pale
empty space no art-
ist wanted to draw in
i want something
to fill this void behind
sharp teeth: vomiting
coffee grinds and blood
over my favorite novel
in a dream where my
glasses are still
broken and there's
always been wet bed
sheets, red is nothing
is smothering
oh, i want.
need pain
love leaving i've
never craved laughter
no one here is looking at me
the eyes of hungry gods are
glued to my skin tearing them
selves apart leaving me leaving me
to cope with one less layer
i think there are devils in
the clouds that haunt me.
oh, i need.
i need a cigarette
somewhere between
home and hell
taste fog water
catch a breath
push everything
down with old
blood coffee
splash water
on my face:
who the **** is that?
sometimes i have some angry dissociation episodes and i wrote this during one
