Why do you skip through the parts you don’t like?
That is the wrong way to live your life.
You get by when you feel like you.
I get by when i can and i can not see you.
I can not see myself: long night with a lot to do.
It’s fucking better you’re sleeping.
I force my hand through a breakaway glass.
Clean up and a cigarette to share when we get bored.
I look straight through your eyes and then back to the floor.
Sever it is better.
The wet clothes, the black eyes, the black hole.
Morning is a mouthful.
Take it with a step stool.
Tie around a good one easier to cut through.
I dug my fingers into a hole.
I like the feeling when you never know when to go.
Digging in deeper. losing more sleep, for two.