Float me away
On a pile of flying leaches
Dissolve my edges
With acid made of clouds
The stuckness of my heart
Pulls on my veins
Pumping black tar around my bones
The crickets in my ears
Never shut up
Static attacks my cells
Happiness is just a game.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
Float me away
On a pile of flying leaches
Dissolve my edges
With acid made of clouds
The stuckness of my heart
Pulls on my veins
Pumping black tar around my bones
The crickets in my ears
Never shut up
Static attacks my cells
Happiness is just a game.