my head is so empty; my thoughts bound and twisted. i am currently unable to detoxify my darkest parts: torture.
this lack of inspiration is eating me up, it's making it so hard to fall right. i'll break my ankles when i reach the pavement if i don't align my body the way it deserves.
work. sleep. work. sleep. drugs. sleep. alcohol. work. sleep. worry.
all i'm askin' for is some tiny honesty, i need some explanations to justify this sinking ship. i am going under, this hollowness like quicksand, rising to my rib cage. and in another four, i will not muster the strength to rise up above you as i do now. you've gotta say, "it was all just an accident." and i will fly along, i'll become the phoenix i once was, alone. years will pass and i will be safe and settled, until you make your grand entrance, with all the streamers and doves trailing behind you, but next time, that time, i will not allow you to control this court. i am now the queen of my own catastrophe. singular and steady.
my cruelty will not stand for much longer, so take me away from him while you still can. and if you cannot, then allow me to rot alone. alone, in peace.
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