melancholy ;; poems & shit

The Machine by Mary Lambert

The Machine by Mary Lambert:

Don't touch me I'm sleeping, got a bag of bones I've been keeping
Why you why you sick
Your hands are like a war memorial
Why are you sick
We shaved your head cause your hair was falling out
Why are you sick all the time
The sounds of the machine are the most comforting thing
Knowing your alive
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

Lord, Lord, you took my baby
Got an empty house with two bathtubs I want to drown in them
Lord, Lord, you took my baby
Got an empty house with two bathtubs I want to drown in them