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more reverb?

a cartographer perfected her craft

found the sonnets of Lazarus next to a series of of torn maps

leading down a drain of a warm bath

wiped grape jelly off of broke glass 

we found sitting on the flowers he left in the trash

I dont care if I’m a poor boy

emotionally inept and devoid

of killing sweetly with practiced poise

of dreamless wakes in a casket cascades

awoken on my bed from a sad noise

of you screamin down the stairs in your mother’s voice

i can repeat how you’ll be okay

just repeat what keeps up apart you do them every day.

she wipes the drool off the side of my mouth

put out my cigarette before I burnt down her house.

im not awoken by no sad noise now

from tops of stairs to the bowels of hell

satan got me, you bought the souls from kids

on a playground you got mine for a G.I Joe and two fun-dips

they hate you now for the care you give

i hate you cause it is imperative

when people said I should know better

i convinced you to let me prove them wrong

you kept it out of our public lives

boasted balances of dark and white

go out west to get clean, i can stay off drugs but i’ll still drink

but i dont want you to take care of me

got q-tips and keratin

why use water from the toilet when you can use it from the sink?

why miss anything when you dont gotta think.

and you’re always on top of everything

and i like your dirty feet

and this sucks because i do not wanna mess up my streak

but you make me food which i dont eat

they laid out a bunch beside the bed

and you don't know how much you did

so now you wont let me leave

cause you're afraid you might get sick

and I like how you never smile

and we’ve shared alot so far.

dumb bitch i’m gonna stab you

im lookin for your sadness