the rope,im al
ready dead
im not writing this
my hair , its
brown , like shit
who needs a shirt
i live in Michigan its
hella warm year round..
grey sweats great
for winter t
hings
white socks kinda
dirty
. this is the way he feels and looks .
nothing
interesting
in
his
life
. takes the wrist down under his knife
. he looks to the sky to find his way
fighting so hard
. to make it through another day
kill the answers he cant solve
tear the thoughts and they dissolve
pains the whispers in his head
tie the rope these thoughts are dead
r.i.p.
fever
1996