I sit inside the small laundry room,
I close the door,
I imagine this small room,
Is my coffin,
I watch as the dryer turns
and turns,
and turns,
Maddening that noise,
That spin,
Didn't think I'd be back here again.
I watch the spin,
I frown,
Is there any way out?
Or should I put my head in?
Turn on that washer,
And drown.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
I sit inside the small laundry room,
I close the door,
I imagine this small room,
Is my coffin,
I watch as the dryer turns
and turns,
and turns,
Maddening that noise,
That spin,
Didn't think I'd be back here again.
I watch the spin,
I frown,
Is there any way out?
Or should I put my head in?
Turn on that washer,
And drown.
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