Shapeless beings dance fractions in my head, reciting poetic epitaphs carved into my bed.
Casket Queen, frown for me. Smile only to show them my misery.
People popping pills. Slowly, the world will fade away, like the coating on your candy hearts.
Don't let me fall asleep.
I don't want to meet the gremlins, tonight.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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