i'll reach into my little tin, and find my nerve to finish this self portrait
i tremble with each stroke, but it flows with the medicine
my pilled brain's exquisite craving for the remedy you've injected
into veins half collapsed from exhausting all other methods
and i know we live in simulations
so bereft of explanation
sagging skin and thinning hair,
yeah I can feel my expiration
gnawing fast at my morale and
pulling my limbs from their hinges
darling, please be ever present
sacrifice your voice in patience
chew the skin off of my face and
meld yourself with my self portrait
i wish you could have seen my prime
i'd even let you in on what i've survived
possibly what i'm inspired by
but perhaps just what i'm survived by
silver shoes in my own casket
i know it wouldn't make a difference
this canvas only takes up space
the curse of being unfinished
and i know we live in chemtrail'd nations
young chain smokers loitering at gas stations
they could swallow their vice whole and still have clearer skin
than what's stuck to this husk i inhabit
angel, won't you spare a kiss
fly me where your North Star is
gift me cosmic suffocation
repurpose this burdensome self portrait
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
i'll reach into my little tin, and find my nerve to finish this self portrait
i tremble with each stroke, but it flows with the medicine
my pilled brain's exquisite craving for the remedy you've injected
into veins half collapsed from exhausting all other methods
and i know we live in simulations
so bereft of explanation
sagging skin and thinning hair,
yeah I can feel my expiration
gnawing fast at my morale and
pulling my limbs from their hinges
darling, please be ever present
sacrifice your voice in patience
chew the skin off of my face and
meld yourself with my self portrait
i wish you could have seen my prime
i'd even let you in on what i've survived
possibly what i'm inspired by
but perhaps just what i'm survived by
silver shoes in my own casket
i know it wouldn't make a difference
this canvas only takes up space
the curse of being unfinished
and i know we live in chemtrail'd nations
young chain smokers loitering at gas stations
they could swallow their vice whole and still have clearer skin
than what's stuck to this husk i inhabit
angel, won't you spare a kiss
fly me where your North Star is
gift me cosmic suffocation
repurpose this burdensome self portrait
