My mirth is dark,
inside a brain stem of insane
memories, is a humor,
coursing through
my temples,
straining my neck
eating me inside out.
laughing as i cry
crying as i laugh.
Tearing itself from me, begging
scratching a way to break free, out
laughing at all my inanity and self deprecating
straining.
my side, in pain, as I see
the humor behind me. It , maybe haunts,
my laughs.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
My mirth is dark,
inside a brain stem of insane
memories, is a humor,
coursing through
my temples,
straining my neck
eating me inside out.
laughing as i cry
crying as i laugh.
Tearing itself from me, begging
scratching a way to break free, out
laughing at all my inanity and self deprecating
straining.
my side, in pain, as I see
the humor behind me. It , maybe haunts,
my laughs.
