je suis tres désolé..
it's a long story so i won't recite the whole thing..
it began in the morning, like most bad days do. the light streaming through your balcony window, burning hexes into my body, through my eyelids and into cranium. the bottle of pills where your body should be. even when angry you won't refuse an opportunity to care for me. so i take your kill for the pain and phone in sick.
flash forward to the night.
i pull myself in the bath tub where i try and wash away the unholiest of holy days. i study by candles with shades over my eyes. sleep refuses to find me.
it began in the morning, like most bad days do. the light streaming through your balcony window, burning hexes into my body, through my eyelids and into cranium. the bottle of pills where your body should be. even when angry you won't refuse an opportunity to care for me. so i take your kill for the pain and phone in sick.
flash forward to the night.
i pull myself in the bath tub where i try and wash away the unholiest of holy days. i study by candles with shades over my eyes. sleep refuses to find me.