Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
To be in love With candid kitchen you
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I'm not a monster I am a monster
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Denial and repression keep me breathing
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL