happy birthday to meeee

[strepthroat]

i'll just sink into the earth
and let my body get what
it deserves; a thousand
year old desert dirt to show
me what i'm worth. i curse
in verses, but what's worse is
my heart is hurting and i'm thirsty
for something dirty, something
worthy of something worthless;
something warm for something
heartless and again, 'til then,
i'll just play dead. i'll just rest
this lonely head, all my thoughts
will surely stop and all my
worries shred. i will sleep here
until fall, until these walls fall
down like all these leaves
off trees, they lose them all
and the grass gets orange
with greed.