days and nights of bad days and nights
bad days without number
bad days without destiny
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of bad days
you were in all those bad days
an unnecessary sadness
that consumed me and consumed me
until i was nothing
until i was no one
a leather skin
on a clearance rack
before deportation
everyday i wait for the two witnesses to come
everyday i ask myself how can i unhate myself
when accepting is not an option wisest to pursue
when every day i wait for the two witnesses to come
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
days and nights of bad days and nights
bad days without number
bad days without destiny
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of bad days
you were in all those bad days
an unnecessary sadness
that consumed me and consumed me
until i was nothing
until i was no one
a leather skin
on a clearance rack
before deportation
everyday i wait for the two witnesses to come
everyday i ask myself how can i unhate myself
when accepting is not an option wisest to pursue
when every day i wait for the two witnesses to come
burdensome stone
burdensome stone
they can never leave the burdensome stone
alone
they would eat their own
to claim this burdensome stone
as their eaten own
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