The Words Between

I’m trying to sleep, and trying to keep
From grinding out my teeth
Dear pink, green, blue and white
Please swallow up this mind

The disappointments keep me down
And dig my place beneath in ground
‘You’re nothing as you are,
You uninspired piece of art’

Listen, you will leave me alone
Before I snap and beat you with your boot’s steal toe
All is sick and my thoughts are grim
Dead…and this death is ugly

But like the pillow
Below where my head lays
I’m grateful an end is here
Grateful it’s all our fate.



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