I wake up with the same pain every night
Digging a hatchet into my left side
Clearing my chest of something to burn
Ash for a decorative urn you keep in your mantelpiece;
Like a trophy for everything
That withers eventually
Call me a coward, but I’m too scared to leave
'Cause I want you to be the last thing I see
Call me a coward, but I’m too scared to leave
Watched you pouring lighter fluid out onto the leaves
And I would’ve loved you with the dying fire
Let you smother me down to the embers
Frostbite turning my limbs as black as cinder of funeral pyre
And I would have stayed if you asked me to
Stood outside till my lips turn blue
I wouldn’t have blamed you
For leaving me there on the porch while you drank gasoline
'Cause it’s what you needed so bad
And it’s true
It’s nothing that we could do
I really shouldn’t be listening to this right now.. I know better than to indulge in this kind of haunting beauty when things around me are disintegrating. I should be seeking motivation and finding something to be more like a rallying point for my mind and spirit but here I am and it’s on loop.... I kind of feel like I’m doubling down on my bet on a bad hand but I mean, screw it. I don’t really enjoy poker anyway.
Your Cab is Exile Elliot. $500Miles500Miles Is $500 Dollars. I called Elliot for $15. I am was ZEUS. I am Zeus. I was always am Hercules. Hercules Elliot. And my Spider Don Quixote. Is fine. We got frost bite. Technology. The Bishop. ZZB
Albert the Eagle. Kalel Koala. The BC. AA. All dismissed. Duke On Your Duke. Duke On Your Dak. God doesn’t mean you could angel Julien Dakota. No more WM. For Drake. ‘^%CL