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Triggery, maybe? Fyi.

I dreamt of spilled milk, And awoke only to catastrophe. Bad things in your head Means nothing but atrophy. And I hear it all the time Your voi..

Grind my bones into dust, And snort them to feel again. Tell me, what do you see? Do you see a bitter end? Talk to the house skeleton, And mayb..

Walking with strangers In a field we don't know. Only each other for comfort When we start to feel low. A red sky over yonder, And cerulean sta..

Maybe death isn't linear, Maybe it comes in waves. Greeting us so silently With a dreary haze. Day in and day out A silent, quaint visit. Harb..

My words are like ice They're a bitter, cold wind, And I can't ever seem To keep myself from sin. We can ebb and flow With a river of talk. Bu..

Twilight stars, dusky fog Summer wind, fallen log. Inky black, peppered sky Night caress, dismal lie. Dawn approach, dewdrop fall Glory day, cli..

It ate me up And left me dry. Cross my fingers And hope to die. Pain is strange, And grief is worse. Time's a thief For what it's worth. T..

It's strange to feel the fire around me The way it consumes my soul. It licks me from the inside out And sends a tingle down my spine. The way th..

Squish. Squash. Squoosh.