Monday, January 9, 2017


I'm morphine pumping through my veins
banned from pleasant dreams and a good night sleep
life worries over in the backseat

sprained ankles keeping me grounded on this earth
wished one too many times to leave
but kept on walking

choked up words and battered hands
from pounding on my closet door
but my ego's more bruised than them

hoarse voice but haven't even whispered a word
my brain hurts from the clutter
i want to scoop it out and wash it off

drown my stomach with water to see if i can cough it up
i think it's here to stay though
the butterflies turned into crows
All Alright

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