No
Nah
If I die before I wake
Blame amphetamine & the fear of gaining another ache
Or pound
(Like the pounding in my chest)
That never let’s me rest
Crystallizes anything left
of pulse in
My chest.
It’s three thirty
I don’t know if I’m angry
Or sad that you hurt me.
I hardly feel like crying anymore
You built a fire and singed a match
in My throat
Want me to respond to you
Yet wonder why I don’t
Ofcourse some white horse comes rushing in
As soon as I’ve had enough,
I’ll swallow the lock
If he finds a key
That makes me reconcile what I can’t believe
Weaker or stronger,
I say it is an opinion
I let the ghosts in,
And now that I’m dead
They swim
Like sharks with missing teeth I pull out of dandelions in my brain
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