B ody I’ve been cruel to me
L ungs dripping liquids, still I’m on the weed
A nd I keep coughing and coughing phlegm is expelling
N icotine fix makes it wetter, so I’m smoking
D igging a deeper hole—-let’s go to china

Unprotected sects worshiping swollen vagina
And my head is creating a beat of its own
Throbbing pain; let’s drink tea. My phones off.
(it’s out of batteries anyway)

And although the music is a soothing lullaby
I’ll wake up from dreams shivering tear shook eyes.
So many symptoms and classifications and and and
Whatever it is it’s terminal. Mind states create sickness.