Outer demons.
January 6, 2024 at 10:36 AM
You care about my almost dead outer demons so much, because they, God forbid, will feel worse. I lay on the floor and bleed, but I don’t try to catch your attention anymore.
Oh, that’s so cute, you knocked out my teeth and didn’t even say hi. I love then you find all the worst in me.
I’ll do anything for you, but you’ll forget about my birthday. I’ll try to act like I hate you, but you’ll ignore me anyway. They ask you not to smoke near them, don’t worry, you can exhale fume in my mouth.
We’ll meet again after that all. I’ll stand behind the big electric eye and you’ll try to deceive my dirty soul, looking right in my eyes.