Say something awful
Put the metaphorical bullet right into my brain
Just tell me to fuck off
Wrap that poetical noose around my neck
I am stuck
In a programmed loop
Repeating bad habits
A worker bee searching for pollen
In gardens long dead
infected with hive mind syndrome
Buzzing through days
Say something awful
Or anything at all
My brain scrambles
Looking for a rock in the storm
that is the chaos you left me
Here I lie bleeding
Waiting for your words or kiss
To return me to the fight
I am misery without them
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