Where do they go
ignorant broken souls
losing themselves as
they
drip
like
an
egg
white
through your fingers
move through the motions
say the words
(just say the line, just say the line)
scared into oblivion
ignorant broken souls
a perfect oval
skin a peachy cream
but tied to a fly like a string
I can't guide your conscience I can't help you choose I don't want to talk about how this is sure to see my life improve I can't hear about it I'm sick to death of it Just... don't suggest I'm not in
The sky is clear at 5am It's not really 5am yet, Still actually 4:08am Daylight savings only began in the past 48 hours, It doesn't count The sky is clear, inky, luminescent and deep and like a silky
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig