we never talked about your favourite
bands but i wish we had i doubt u
grooved to mick u were too old world
u did like zimmy
everything is broken only mildly speaks
to the abyss opened since u left i don’t
bleed everyday just on sundays at 5 that’s
when we’d talk (or u would!)
this pain giving new meaning to let it bleed
no one seems to have a tourniquet when
u really need one but where would i tie it?
okay so 2 tourniquets one for my heart the
other for my brain
and maybe a blindfold for my inner eyes
Spring? 2019 ..5 pm Sunday..4 in buttfuck mexico..