mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer


slice my spiritual wrists
in my teeth a metaphorical saw
blood thirsty and craving demise
invalidate me
refuse to tolerate
and bombard the living with
cumbersome cliche
tear open my heart watching it
beat in the open air
i will not let you in
you could not enter
there is no lock
no key
nor doorway to step through
i would give my life
not to hear you blink
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