How many stars
Can you count tonight
By connecting your freckles
With pretty red lines
It burns in the shower
But that's okay
You don't deserve to be happy anyway
You would be infinite
But there's only one problem
Your demons are running wild
And you don't know how to stop them
You tug your jeans over your hips
And you make your thighs cry
And you pray for an accident
So you can finally die
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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