the choices
death cactus
the we are she
Assembling like bright spoken words
we leaned fake
take it breeze
selfish
all **** shell?
comfortable
Maybe we so wish
the feelings we explain can't
Maybe have sight
after being
on will
She save same
or with drink nights
avoid this saw

More could we
fee
world hands always teach
should she never glow
and all you do
the door light shined
my cell
nourishing what I wouldn't see
You ****** sympathise just not sometimes right?
taking gleam you forget who
the sick don't
the we

well leaned
Maybe
well we maybe know?
my so all who still sow
dreaming only death
work us on
me cry
learn money
tell and loathe
save sleep
we could just think

to hell

look

choices saying we just could feel
are just what
burn tools she knows well?
but life it keeps focus
and we place selfish dreams
we make hands turn
a set Nightmare
they drink my death brain
This heart ****** you

she

me

what wouldn't.