Sometimes acid creeps
So far up my throat...
That I literally feel-
As if I will choke.
Sometimes words seem
To leak from my brain.
They reach my mouth-
And spit out like rain.
Sometimes my earwax
Cannot filter out...
The lyrical nonsense-
People ooze from their mouths.
Sometimes blood vessels
Seem to burst from my eyes...
So tired and worn-
From what's buried inside.
Sometimes acid, words,
Wax and scarred blood-
Eat at my flesh...
Till I rot in my sludge.
Sometimes people-
Hurt so deep inside...
That it's hard to express-
Yet...I still sometimes try.
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