I lie on my bed, all curled up in myself.
No lights, no ventilation, no disturbance.
There's no spark that would lead me out of this cave,
As my brain suffocated on a thoughtless wave.
The weeds growing out of my mouth stops the little part of me from screaming.
I know no one will come to save me now.
I desire nothing lord, thank you for putting me in this self made grave.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
I lie on my bed, all curled up in myself.
No lights, no ventilation, no disturbance.
There's no spark that would lead me out of this cave,
As my brain suffocated on a thoughtless wave.
The weeds growing out of my mouth stops the little part of me from screaming.
I know no one will come to save me now.
I desire nothing lord, thank you for putting me in this self made grave.
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