A Nightmare Splashed on the Wall

Get To Bed

But there’s a woe in my voided mindless self-caress
As I force myself to tie myself to the rope I’m falling from
Vampires breathe for blood and I breathe for sap
Thus I am a lust hater, brain faker; old me
I see: that the clouds don’t drift (for peace) away
Jeopardize my tries, for cries; get to bed, go to die

Chemistry is evil; as for Physics I’d rather find
Death dressed in a black late-evening gown

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