dear God, please
empty me of my permeating filth.
scoop out the bloody mess
that is my very being.
suffocate me, hang me,
watch me vomit every substance
used to fill my disgusting body.
i can't stop.
YOU ARE READING
daydream//a collection of poems
Poetry.+*thinking is all i'm good for, but I think I think too much. what's there to not think about? i'm lost.*+.
