i. let the flower crumble in my hands
my hand moved of its own violation
no petals just fine powder
ill make a new lipstick to wear
ii. i take my coffee with chocolate now
my hard liquor with water
down my wine like a shot
iv. these festering bugs are my halo
muddy feet to mark the path to avoid
good nights rest in a cesspool
iii. jaw popping like a screw’s gone lose
if i cut my tongue off today
i know it'll grow back twice as long
v. red in my pocket and it's not even blood
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
i. let the flower crumble in my hands
my hand moved of its own violation
no petals just fine powder
ill make a new lipstick to wear
ii. i take my coffee with chocolate now
my hard liquor with water
down my wine like a shot
iv. these festering bugs are my halo
muddy feet to mark the path to avoid
good nights rest in a cesspool
iii. jaw popping like a screw’s gone lose
if i cut my tongue off today
i know it'll grow back twice as long
v. red in my pocket and it's not even blood
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