Disconnected
Not belonging in any world
Alienated from what once was my life
A scam of who I used to be
Nothing lasts forever, right?
What if I will stay a ghost
An undiscovered kind of poisonous flower
With leaves made of brick
Touching me will make you sick
My words a cloud of teargas
My voice a stinging bee
My thoughts a sword to the heart
Venomous from the start
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Disconnected
Not belonging in any world
Alienated from what once was my life
A scam of who I used to be
Nothing lasts forever, right?
What if I will stay a ghost
An undiscovered kind of poisonous flower
With leaves made of brick
Touching me will make you sick
My words a cloud of teargas
My voice a stinging bee
My thoughts a sword to the heart
Venomous from the start
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