I already sinned two times since sundown

two songs on the wrong muse

Not strong enough to refuse

The powder blue of lust

The Royal color of love

The darkness of a Navy captain

Dark, the seas

For songs,

For sins

For suffering up until the end

All over nothing, something else though

As once lost

A bottle nose, besides a bottle

Corked, preserves the message

A self-massage, misogynistic qualities

A new hygienist

Insanity

My shoes still soaked from cardio sessions

Long drawn out thoughts of finding a love

The worry of ending it all between Sunday and Monday

The withering of flower kept for no particular botanist

Now, I don't

Even feel

I should be

Alive

Let alone

Loved

Protagonist for profanity

Vulgarity, and so you shouldn't

Who you should trust,

No one at all dear

Impressions, impressions

For fame and for stardom

I count ever fuck in my pocket

Before letting them all out

What a horrible poem

Three words for the stork

Two children, four more

And the poorer we'll all become

Just knowing of it

Appearing common for the masses

I'll stop cussing for 11 Mill a year

To make it clearer

I was there before

But [it] doesn't move at all

For nothing at all

Profanity, the art

Offense from your porcelain walls and glass houses

Something must be wrong with me,

for being here

I'm being tortured

Just moving forward

Her pills finish homework

My pills bring on migraines,

And comas,

And outbursts in public

Her pills set her mind at ease

My pills make me awkward and stuttering

Her pills give her promotions

My pills make me dizzy with weakness

And hallucinations

Delusions of grandeur

Her pills give her promise;

My pills give me sabotage

I refuse go walk into the wrong amusement park,

You bought tickets for no one I know,

I'll go coastal with four stars

With one consonant only, no doubles

I should show you what I wrote tomorrow

It's too late for that

I just got a lot of information in three slides;

Pile of clothes soaked, drenched on the side of the tub

I rub my own feet, now

I wrote my own fate

I sew my own mouth shut

I right now wrong man

I just want to live!

I just want to die!

SWITCH.

Oh.

What's happened?

That's better, I guess.

Somethings changed.

I—

Feel better?

I do, actually.

That's good, I—

dang jimmy fallon, r u ok.

we should probably just–

Lets just go.

yeah leave that nigga alone for

FOREVER.

k.

noted.

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