one day i want to kill who i have become
metaphorically or literally
i want to feel loose flesh beneath my fingers
i want to hear an echo of my last breath
how the solemn world has seized me
right by the heart while it rattles my brain
it molds and stretches what i am now
and what i am destined to be
the taunting of eyes and taunting of lips prove undignified
with a chorus of sweeps, rushing through the streets
straight through my bedroom window
as i cry fast asleep
with blood at my feet
surely i'll die alive
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
