If you fell from my sky,
Well I,
I wouldn't be quite sure what to say,
Which way
To twist my ugly face
There's no bite of me
That could taste sweet to you
These days.

Well, what a sad disgrace.

I circumscribed my world
It's true
With little glyphs
And memories of you,
My New
My learn to smile 2
Reminder to be true
A deep and solemn blues

Dearah, I can feel my heart
Latch on to something
When I think of you

Decaying skin like mushy black tissue paper
Pull some off and stick it on the wall

I have brain damage I can't find the walk
And I can't find my tongue
But I love to talk

Stare with acid eyes at the wall
Write another poem to Dearah
"Dearah" autocorrects to "search"

What a strange coincidence

I have become strange
My skies have become brown and gray
But I'm still ****, I guess
What a mess

**** me now
**** me now
**** me now

No, god ******
It has nothing to do with her
Yes she is ******* lying.