do you have any thoughts of worthlessness or self loathing? “not so much anymore”

My life is sirens

Is demons is dying

Is liars and lying

Feeling fleeting then flying

My life is memories

Turned to monsters

Melting to monsoons

Is drowning and pounding

And heart cease to sounding

My life is self cannibalism


Lack of jet lag

Compact complacency

Forgotten infancy

Is dire normalcy

Fire in the seats, between sheets

And a mind the either screams

Or weeps

My life is rhythm and blues

Trumpets and sinking canoes

And all of this times two


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