and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself. another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning. so i close the door and rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep turning me cold. i am still not sure, is there some better place i should be heading towards? where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome. / i saw the future once. i was drunk in a phone booth. my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said and through the screams of the traffic voiced carried saying i am sorry / on a day so gray its black inside watching churches on tv in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you.
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and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself. another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning. so i close the door and rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep turning me cold. i am still not sure, is there some better place i should be heading towards? where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome. / i saw the future once. i was drunk in a phone booth. my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said and through the screams of the traffic voiced carried saying i am sorry / on a day so gray its black inside watching churches on tv in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you.
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