are you feeling dark and gloomy?
black as a dusty chalkboard
spooky like foggy street lights
like bruises
and
gooey, scabby knees
are you feeling spooky?
do you want to hide in your white room
and put out cigarettes on your tongue
or press them to your curtains
do you want to set the room on fire?
how far will you go to turn your insides out?
you paint those walls with charcoal
from the inside of your lungs
are you hurt?
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
are you feeling dark and gloomy?
black as a dusty chalkboard
spooky like foggy street lights
like bruises
and
gooey, scabby knees
are you feeling spooky?
do you want to hide in your white room
and put out cigarettes on your tongue
or press them to your curtains
do you want to set the room on fire?
how far will you go to turn your insides out?
you paint those walls with charcoal
from the inside of your lungs
are you hurt?
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