Because of my insistence on
making monsters in the dark
they grow strong enough
to come for me in daylight
Their laughter running
bloody around the room
as I run around
chewing through ropes
that are all mine, mine.
Even light is useless
and the small blessings
bearing cacti like cake
I must survive
in wasting life
in the after life
_
making monsters in the dark
they grow strong enough
to come for me in daylight
Their laughter running
bloody around the room
as I run around
chewing through ropes
that are all mine, mine.
Even light is useless
and the small blessings
bearing cacti like cake
I must survive
in wasting life
in the after life
_
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