I harbour ill will Passive murder in the Time of Eve, bloodshed eggshed childshed Another lost life At the hands of God’s wrath Down the toilet Literally down the Toilet
Nasal discharge is carelessly swiped away on my wrist It’s sort of gross but I can’t reach the Kleenex and you know deep down more than allergies I suffer from laziness and besides I’m tired Bad posture he says but he knows the weight in my chest bends me downward like ice on worn-out…