Tomorrow
We stand
My friends that have fallen
They wish they could join me
As we stand
One by one
Dirt meets my feet
Today
We cry
2,567 victims
600 more to go
Day by day
We waist away
Day after night
We scratched our heads
Until this was eventually fixed
Yesterday
We sleep
Your voice in my head
It rings my dreams
I am a liar
Your body against mine
I guess I should've been more clear
I can't scream
Your in my mouth
I can't see
Your against my eyes
I don't feel you anymore
Forever
We bite
We claw your skin
I rip your tongue out
I crack your fingers
We pick up your bloody broken
Teeth
I'll tear out your face
Why must I exist?
I don't feel my body
I don't feel my neck
Kill us
We don't want to live
This day
We bleed
Today is our day
The day we rise
Our own holiday
Holy and pure
I'm out on the table
My organs exposed
We sing this beautiful song
Today is our day
Today is the day we rise
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Thơ caTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
