Write me a story
A beautiful escape.
Make sure it has a good ending
But not too happy or great.
Make sure the hero dies
But like in a good way.
Make sure everyone’s pleased
That it turned out so straight.
But make sure there are twists
And turns so abrupt
That water will inevitably
Spill from your cup.
If you did not move with the pages
Or churn with the words
You’re doing it wrong.
Read til it burns.
Write me a story
That bleeds the blood
I’ll never spill
Because I’m but a rug
Waiting for life
To pass over me.
But don’t worry,
I’ll surely call myself free.
Since that’s what this life is.
Encouraged to die
Right where your born
Because darkness is nigh.
And you won’t crawl to the light
Since you’ll have to leave your spot
Comfortable and warm
From your years of rot.
But darling
I dare you
To leave that place.
For the pages are waiting
On your beautiful escape.
And they want a good ending
So which path will you make?
Spill the blood.
Clamor awake.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Write me a story
A beautiful escape.
Make sure it has a good ending
But not too happy or great.
Make sure the hero dies
But like in a good way.
Make sure everyone’s pleased
That it turned out so straight.
But make sure there are twists
And turns so abrupt
That water will inevitably
Spill from your cup.
If you did not move with the pages
Or churn with the words
You’re doing it wrong.
Read til it burns.
Write me a story
That bleeds the blood
I’ll never spill
Because I’m but a rug
Waiting for life
To pass over me.
But don’t worry,
I’ll surely call myself free.
Since that’s what this life is.
Encouraged to die
Right where your born
Because darkness is nigh.
And you won’t crawl to the light
Since you’ll have to leave your spot
Comfortable and warm
From your years of rot.
But darling
I dare you
To leave that place.
For the pages are waiting
On your beautiful escape.
And they want a good ending
So which path will you make?
Spill the blood.
Clamor awake.
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