It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
House sleepers important too
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
To own desired objects
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Does nothing - shocker!
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Big soft pig cushion
To own desired objects
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
arse piece *giggle*