Broken Eardrums and A Genius Muse
Broken eardrums and a genius muse.
Glancing through my greasy bangs.
Shivering through bony elbows.
Thinking about starts and making endings.
One day I’ll rebel.
The wind cuts through me like a knife.
I’m falling to pieces, can’t you see?
I’m losing control and the ink,
It’s pouring my heart out.
Along with the secrets you told me.
This contagious disease.
Spread by alibis, and old enemies.
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