(i'm so ill)
bleeding from the saturated ethanol
(i'm so ill)
claim me with soft epidemics(i'm so full)
starve me till my eyes fall out
(i'm so full)
i'll be brave so you look pathetici starved her till her eyes fell out
i kept her in a box
i let crows peck out her organs
i made her face into a clocki wanna be just like my daddy
but i'm so ill
daddy, i wanna be like you
daddy, i wanna take your pillshe holds me down till i can't breathe
i did the same to her
you never know just what i need
but i know what's best for her
YOU ARE READING
pink bath.
Poetrymother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]