Come back, kill me

I want to come back
To a place of understanding
My words mean your love my love mean my life your words mean nothing I cannot hear can somebody please shout emotions

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I came back
Left almost without trace
Not like last time, you mad still
But you don’t raise your voice
You’re angry I feel it
It’s the way the floor seeps its wormwood under my skin

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Everything is lost
Catch a glimpse of the upcoming chaos, it’s gonna be a blast
Can’t wait to see it live
Get a front row seat, and too much booze
And a detachable heart to throw into the mix
Get me everything and more, for the brew

We still gotta eat

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Please kill me
That’s what it said
Can’t
Own time running out
Left bullets
Try inserting them
Gently
Into each orifice

Can’t
There’s too much I wanna
Stick up before I end up
Collection of readymade holes

Titre
Come back, kill me
Date
12 février 2024
Langue
English
Collections
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