Monday, December 7, 2020

Its 5am

 It's 12AM and all I want to do is scream.

I want to rip open my chest and pour out the extra feelings.

It's 1AM and I want to throw my bones into a black hole.

Slice the fat from my body and feed it to lions. 

It's 2AM and I want to pluck my eyes out with forks. 

Turn my skull into a beautiful bowl. 

It's 3AM and I want to bleed into the Red Sea.

Tear the flesh from my face and set it on fire.

It's 4AM...

It's 5AM and I want to disappear. 



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