Literature
Fellbeast with a Migrane
My Insomnia goes deeper than my wishing well Back in the place At the same pace Someone, help! I need a knee brace I can’t stand but when I lay down I can’t sleep When I sleep, I don’t dream When I dream, I wish I wouldn’t You shouldn’t read this you idiot, go fuck yourself! This is a boozeless pity party where the walls repel the dancers (cause who needs’em?) Loved ones tell me I’m wrong/I’m right but I don’t even see them I’m not honest, I’m bulemique, but at least that is in season Sneak around the hanging tree till the rope rots off So I have something tangible to drag myself by So blue light isn’t the only thorne in my mind’s eye And there is hope the concrete will do a quick dry And cover the bones forever when the last of my kind dies I did my damndest to get better, I thought wounds would heal with time I at least I hope there’d be a punishment fit the crime so I can move on, but I don’t dare to. Having a purpose ist he last thing I would do. Let’s see who delets my number