Self mutilation at simmering dawn
With no remorse for what tomorrow brings
Now you lay there
Gutted in the middle of your life
Wondering how the **** you got here
With that shovel still in hand
It's easy to blame those who watch
So take your eyes from your sockets
Catch a glimpse of the blood
As it pours from your existence
Maybe now you can learn to cherish
This fragile slimey brain of yours
And stop smearing it on pavement
I hate you
For you lack of compassion for me
And unforgiving choices
Please kindly let go of the steering wheel
So I can verge away from the median
Into this whimsical bubble bath called life
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:02 PM UTC
Self mutilation at simmering dawn
With no remorse for what tomorrow brings
Now you lay there
Gutted in the middle of your life
Wondering how the **** you got here
With that shovel still in hand
It's easy to blame those who watch
So take your eyes from your sockets
Catch a glimpse of the blood
As it pours from your existence
Maybe now you can learn to cherish
This fragile slimey brain of yours
And stop smearing it on pavement
I hate you
For you lack of compassion for me
And unforgiving choices
Please kindly let go of the steering wheel
So I can verge away from the median
Into this whimsical bubble bath called life
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