Thursday’s The Day
I've been uprooted once again from sleep.
You live within everything I see.
My head is spinning.
Turn off the machine.
I fuckin hate this thing called living.
I'm in constant combat
and I've succumbed to a crazy laugh.
This is no hospital,
but I'm home and can't be still.
Ill. So fuckin ill.
Thursday will be the hardest.
Maybe I just won't go in.
Everyone will stare,
as they sense a pending kill in the air.
My eyes never longed to see.
Running away was everything.
But Thursday is snickering sweetly
and your face is ruining me.
And I never knew of such a crumpling to my feet.
Said, I never knew of such a crumpling to my feet.
I can barely stand, nor take a step
But not going in would be my biggest regret.
I'm on a mission to remind the world
of how you lock away and fuck little girls.
And you'll do it to the day you die
if from jail, you survive.
If from jail, you survive.