1.
You’re hardly sitting right next to my thoughts.
Your gut is leaving on the edge of my self-destruct.
If I could sleep all-night, I would tell to myself.. Saying:
“I cannot drown this long, I never said I want.”
Wo Yeah.
2.
No walking down the stairs, crap through your throat.
Shit is open out, and I’m having a rope.
If I could sleep all-night, I would save to myself..sayin’:
“I could have died this long; I never write that wrong.”
I can’t help myself from, needing,
here all night long in the sun.
I can’t waste my best from, leaving hypo critic.
Please to say, burdened brave.
Human way