cooper and gold slide around my mouth,
corrupting me slowly with their lethal beauty.
the thin slit on my neck is still there as well,
but there's not enough blood in the world for me.
and the colors of the world are dead and dull,
like an empty and bored piece of paper.
and the irrational paranoia is knocking on my door again,
and your cold and murderous gun on my forehead.
the strange shadows dance around my vision,
and i think the cars are trying to run me over.
cause you put poison in my food
and drugs inside my water.
but you didn't have the mercy,
to **** me quickly.
instead, my dreams suffocate me.
please don't be concerned, i'm not insane.
just afraid.
but maybe it's the same.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
cooper and gold slide around my mouth,
corrupting me slowly with their lethal beauty.
the thin slit on my neck is still there as well,
but there's not enough blood in the world for me.
and the colors of the world are dead and dull,
like an empty and bored piece of paper.
and the irrational paranoia is knocking on my door again,
and your cold and murderous gun on my forehead.
the strange shadows dance around my vision,
and i think the cars are trying to run me over.
cause you put poison in my food
and drugs inside my water.
but you didn't have the mercy,
to **** me quickly.
instead, my dreams suffocate me.
please don't be concerned, i'm not insane.
just afraid.
but maybe it's the same.
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