Campfire eyes
Dry skin sick head
And sarcastic mind
Should've stayed in bed
But that'd be too kind
Zombie walking human faking
Kind of day
I'm hating all the humans
They can stay away
What am I doing
Kinda filled with rage
My head feels drunk
But the world's a stage
Hiding in the shadows
Trying to survive
Praying for the clock
So I can be home by five
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
