Dirge
there is something in
my brain that I need to kill,
but a part of me is
already dead. I
am lying awake, thinking
of you, sick with guilt.
even without the
letter J carved into my
leg, even though I
am one day going
to be older than you will
ever grow to be,
I will not forget.
my brain that I need to kill,
but a part of me is
already dead. I
am lying awake, thinking
of you, sick with guilt.
even without the
letter J carved into my
leg, even though I
am one day going
to be older than you will
ever grow to be,
I will not forget.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wish I could say I'm lying about the J part but I'm not