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It was
five and a half years ago when I first went crazy and I was
just tracing my scars in the dark,
busy burning holes in my lungs and
stitching the odd blue cords that wrapped my wrists,
Strangled plants and
What did it matter as long as it made sense to me?
I tongued odd names to these awful shapes –
A sweater,
Hissing cat, its
Bright white fangs and they penetrated everything –
What I’d give to be a lion again.
It was three:thirteen in the Aye-Em and the stars were
Fading even when the streetlamps gave,
I just sat there blank and
Red walls,
Head split wide open.
I didn’t ask for bacteria I just sat wide open,
And he came and killed me again,
Fucked me dry,
I wanted to bite him then (bite into him, a clean and foreign fruit)
But I knew I shouldn’t so I didn’t and
What I would give to be a lion again.

Description
It was
five and a half years ago when I first went crazy and I was
just tracing my scars in the dark,
busy burning holes in my lungs and
stitching the odd blue cords that wrapped my wrists,
Strangled plants and
What did it matter as long as it made sense to me?
I tongued odd names to these awful shapes –
A sweater,
Hissing cat, its
Bright white fangs and they penetrated everything –
What I’d give to be a lion again.
It was three:thirteen in the Aye-Em and the stars were
Fading even when the streetlamps gave,
I just sat there blank and
Red walls,
Head split wide open.
I didn’t ask for bacteria I just sat wide open,
And he came and killed me again,
Fucked me dry,
I wanted to bite him then (bite into him, a clean and foreign fruit)
But I knew I shouldn’t so I didn’t and
What I would give to be a lion again.