Literature
I Was Never Good With Titles
what shall we do tomorrow?
if i should wake at all, it will be too soon.
if the sun should shine through, God laughs.
i laugh at the notion of God.
he maketh me burn and scortch and sizzle
and choke on the black, black bloodcuts of
tortured ex lovers, candy striped girls
licorice heart with scissors stabbed through
he maketh me insane to every extreme
he maketh me sick and blind to sympathy.then what shall we do-?
slit, slit, slit.
try and try again until it feels real
try and try until i've broken, shattered like porcelain
the bull in the china shop was always you
you should know it was always you.
so what, what, what shall we do.shall we...
