It’s as though my bones
Have been scraped clean
Left without calcium like
I’m constantly clouding the sky

I’ve become another universe
” where’d you go? ” checked out
More than a checkers game
Left my myself as a body bag
But I already hollowed out my own grave
Ay 3 years old, hurrying my heart

He was alive with my
Innocence and I learnt to carry
What is recognizable as my corpse
And my eyes still see his skull
Brain used as wood, veined Flint
All sparked from fueled torturous temptations

Almost 27 and almost became him
Want to destroy his precious eyes
Knock back his neck and open his pretty teeth
Cut out a bird from his hand and stencil it onto his chest and use his arms as wings

Lubricate his thoughts with songs inspired from my pain

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