Paradise lost…I don’t think we’re finding another heaven
Tell me what’s it gonna take to not hate myself for 20 seconds?
Feel like I’m losing my grasp on you, drenched in oil
Bury my bones, just a decaying man hiding his scent in soil
Need to invent another way to get through these fucking days
Instead of stomaching angst until I plummet and suffocate
Losing my poetic prowess, every metaphor’s becoming literal
Like when I said my head is hurting it’s because I split my skull
And I’m oh so fucking miserable, I’m such an idiot dweeb
How many stitches will I need to stop this invisible bleed?
Last edited by Adverse; 05-17-2024 at 11:44 PM.
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