My drawing class shenanigans and what I've been obsessing over.
I fear this, this dying fight. I feel the weeping of the light. I feel this, bleeding in my heart. I fear this, this world it comes. . . It comes apart.
Sluggish brain won't kick start eyes stay closed calm my heart that blaring sound what could it be why won't the alarm stop and leave me Good bye dear bed good bye Don't cry dear bed don't cry I try to argue I whisper it'll be okay I can sleep in go to work another day I … Continue reading My Bed
The cord is so interesting they tell me no but look at it, all black and low its plugged in the wall it must be safe I desperately need to play I'll bite it a bit and pull it out they'll scream and shout my parents are so weird they think its dangerous I don't … Continue reading That dear electrical cord in the wall.
There was a tune when I wrote it, there isn't one now, I had a heart when I spoke it, I wish I could remember how.