I am not better without you.
As a creator of thousands,
thousands of flies.
Squeeze.
Rush over maniacal tomorrow.
It is the chemical disease.
Chop it all off.
Broken wings.
Misunderstood.
ME.
I take the medicine,
chemical disease.
To feel plastic again
or to see, how it all dies
between the flies under my skin.
…listen to the beat of their scars,
listen to the beat of mine,
passing…
As a creator of thousands,
thousands of flies.
Squeeze.
Rush over maniacal tomorrow.
It is the chemical disease.
Chop it all off.
Broken wings.
Misunderstood.
ME.
I take the medicine,
chemical disease.
To feel plastic again
or to see, how it all dies
between the flies under my skin.
…listen to the beat of their scars,
listen to the beat of mine,
passing…
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