Why is the thing from Rhode Island alive? I should’ve broken it’s Will and Dotted it’s Eye’s.
I should’ve squeezed and squeezed till it drown in it’s lies
But I Sit and wait for it to end in a cliché that’s propped up by “were only friends”
It only hurts for a minute and once it bleeds I’ll be satisfied. It won’t even know that it’s in it. It’s be it’s too dumb to be terrified.
Only rats
Have rat tails
And only trolls throw stones
But I’ll make floods until Mirror memories wash away like corps photos in the rain.
Like candy razors I swallow all the lies. Lie library deducing what is true.
Preparing for the attack you
You mournd as I knew it would come back. I always knew it would come back.
That’s not rain that’s ME. Falling from the sky debris.
I know it’s coming from the sea in a boat it stole westerly
Only rats
Have rat tails
And only trolls throw stones
But I’ll make floods until Mirror memories wash away like corps photos in the rain.
Only ghost
Have fire sales
And Nostalgia’s sweet like wine
