Please, im just so tired.
& the world wont let me go
i'm singing in an empty room
do I still make a sound?
I press my lips to drains
pull me in
please wash my fractured bones
down and away from me
I dont want them anymore..
violence smells of acitane.
Of broken bottles and stale breath
violence smells of a home
thats only a house
it smells like you in the morning.
Im sitting on ashfault
scraping my knees,
on your voice.
And humming to the thrumbing terror
in the kiss of palms in prayer.
Your violating and breaking
my empty heart
and closing doors
you have no right to
whilst I the ever-scared lion
shiver in my sheets.
she's breaking shes falling shes lost it shes lost.
theres a girl screaming at you
and you dont want to hear her.
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