wash me clean
let me be free
all the debts i owe
you thinkers, powers, men
gone for years
gone in silence
gone.
I'm still here
and, **** it's loud.
it's hot and it's foul
the air is wet and it sticks
the fog rolls in relentlessly
when i look out i do not strain to see
crimes against humanity
clad in rosy words reminiscent
of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
wash me clean
let me be free
all the debts i owe
you thinkers, powers, men
gone for years
gone in silence
gone.
I'm still here
and, **** it's loud.
it's hot and it's foul
the air is wet and it sticks
the fog rolls in relentlessly
when i look out i do not strain to see
crimes against humanity
clad in rosy words reminiscent
of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.
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