Monday, April 13, 2020

my lazuras

It stays put in my mind
And the pills and smoke 
Filling the gap
It stays abate
And i know what will happen
A loser
 A faliure
A waste of God's creation
Sleep
Them men
Them nails
Sticking out of my body
Eats out my aid to myself
Look at me
Browse through 
Tell me your findings 
Let me know
What im made of
Today
I dont see the Moon anymore
Nor the sun shines on my face
I die
All through the day
I die
When i look at the night sky
I die
Nine times
Save me LaZuRuS
For im at my ninth time
The cat is dead
And so am i

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