every instance I battle with the blue
I want to sink into it,
I don't wish to go through
the demons, the razors, the dark, and the blood
but it never matters what I want
there's a deathly flood
in the moments I'm supposed to be alive
I am a corpse . . .
I lie in my coffin
I grieve in remorse
max
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
every instance I battle with the blue
I want to sink into it,
I don't wish to go through
the demons, the razors, the dark, and the blood
but it never matters what I want
there's a deathly flood
in the moments I'm supposed to be alive
I am a corpse . . .
I lie in my coffin
I grieve in remorse
max
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