6/4-6/9
my big pharma shaman and favorite musical psyop are taking a smoke break inside my childhood home
kiss my nails i just put on some chrome
the loss of my power and success is one I never let go
will you come back to me if i shoot you with my arrow
Please sit by my side you can pick the movie just let me cry
Why does this world have nothing to offer
My strawberry shortcake sweet
Doctors playing games they got me beat
I love to linger on the crime
Killed myself, never saw a dime
Can you give me fentanyl on facetime?
Ignore me, I can’t get off this train
Can you hold me before all this rain?
I’m not asking for respect, Only eye contact
Let me be your pie on the edge of the windowsill
Please forgive my desperate clawing for
Ingenuity and vulnerability and your feel
I’ll pick up your call when the second hand turns
God forbid you reap the seeds you sow
please please please whisper apologies to me
shooting the stars in a painting id like
i cannot describe the affection i have for
sweet nothings and roses and thorns and jewels
your smile and heart of golds and blues
the jazz song i wrote fell flat for you
ive forgotten the keys, each plea is for me
im desperate for dance or dissonance
just please take the edge off, here, come heel
dont ever confuse my melancholy for empathy
ive heard all the songs on the radio and none of them mean anything to me
im dying in silence with no one to see
when the cherry trees fall and the swallows come home do you think itll be easier to cry?
i think of each of you each time i ask him to close the door
will my ego leave too or just the soul?
will i forget my last name and go back to wondering if i’m alive
will this ever make sense past I49?
when the memories of my whines and your smiles and laugh lines are pawing at my neck
ghosts traipse around in my old shoes
i pray to the doorknob and hope it makes sense
the caterpillars hungry for more smokes
but my handcuffs are cutting my wrists
i forgot how childish it is to be morose
each time the sun filters in on our bed
i whisper a prayer, raise death a challenging threat
a mouse forgot its not a cat and i’m my favorite little pet
propagandize me and ill tell me bout myself
tell me its all in my head so i can spoon it out, ill dole it out in small amounts
i forget its this easy to never move again
my ghost is still sat in a dead womans bed
endoreality 
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