1:30 tirednessA Poem by Pengem
an artists night
with booze with music with loneliness painting is my only escape and booze and music but not loneliness deliriousness at 1:30 in the morning dead silence is my fear an ache in my back as if I was stabbed or what I imagine stabbing to feel like heavy lidded eyes and irritation scratching at the back of my neck I want to rip my skin rip it off and take a break from 'who I am'
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Added on May 30, 2018 Last Updated on May 30, 2018 Author |