I got nobody but my childhood fears.
Inside these walls there is only me.
Myself and I, we talk about things;
the weather, sports, but I never
has an opinion, Myself won't
shut up about the dogs and me
never says a thing. I fucking hate
them. The moon wanes on it's last
victim's name and the sun beats
it back down over the horizon
like two magnets polarized similarly.
My brain sickens and my words slur.
When does the curtain finally call.
When will the bride turn the gun on
herself in the spotlight.
Myself and I
have finally done it; they've done away
with me. Strangled the life out of me,
even though he had no words to
silence. ass-fix-eation. I can't
wait for summer.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 10:49am on Nov 14, 2024 via server WEBX2.