i SqUiRm and twitch this skin is putrid. i am sick &tired of sleeping on -------------thisbed -------------of|N|A|I|L|S| and living this

LIE

that D R I P S these lamentations ScRaWlEd in bathroom stalls and overpasses. your eyes

SCREAM

silently, basking in the glory of my absense and do things that would make a coroner vomitose. a snickering jest of my words spill over your lips. "just/some/guy" cut me down and knaw on whats left |square boy| go ahead c . r . y your eyes out. tears do no good where you.re going