So here I am.
I swore tonight I was going to die;
the movies are over,
there's nothing left to show,
nothing left to teach.
I have no purpose.
Numbness cascades over me,
the cat scratches
stovetop burns
and splinters
are nothing more than peripheral sensations.
So why am I still
hesitant?
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
So here I am.
I swore tonight I was going to die;
the movies are over,
there's nothing left to show,
nothing left to teach.
I have no purpose.
Numbness cascades over me,
the cat scratches
stovetop burns
and splinters
are nothing more than peripheral sensations.
So why am I still
hesitant?
