I'm gonna puke
on the mirror
or on the street puddle
or if I could, on my own frigging eyes.
All that reflects.
I'm gonna puke
on the atmosphere
or on the clear window
or if I could, on my own foul heart.
Why isn't it raining hard?
The clouds
aren't afraid of me?
On them I'm also gonna puke.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
I'm gonna puke
on the mirror
or on the street puddle
or if I could, on my own frigging eyes.
All that reflects.
I'm gonna puke
on the atmosphere
or on the clear window
or if I could, on my own foul heart.
Why isn't it raining hard?
The clouds
aren't afraid of me?
On them I'm also gonna puke.