screams of the victorious:
they yell, play, and loudly chant
but i feel abducted
i can't
turning my ears inside out
they sit on a pile of chairs
pile of happy people
no chance
dim empty hallway
the walls soak in my whole warmth
their loud buzzing stings and pulls
like this, i go forth
i'm a gargoyle, stone
to violently walk by, laugh
about me sitting outside
misfit and a half
there's this jet black rust
that forms deep inside your chest
when everyone else's worst
is your very best
dear, one day i swear
one day i swear i will write
a tall text-wall like warfare
about how i sat outside
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
screams of the victorious:
they yell, play, and loudly chant
but i feel abducted
i can't
turning my ears inside out
they sit on a pile of chairs
pile of happy people
no chance
dim empty hallway
the walls soak in my whole warmth
their loud buzzing stings and pulls
like this, i go forth
i'm a gargoyle, stone
to violently walk by, laugh
about me sitting outside
misfit and a half
there's this jet black rust
that forms deep inside your chest
when everyone else's worst
is your very best
dear, one day i swear
one day i swear i will write
a tall text-wall like warfare
about how i sat outside
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