snap your marlboro bones & grind them into watercolors - bay-water boy, paint your brains on the wallpaper like a sinner's sermon; you won't wilt the way that deities do, you solipsist: you're just a suicide drone.
maybe wanna blow my brains out maybe just want out of this head & the drum beat of cheer-up pills says it gets better but i'm only getting worse
i'm so dizzy get outta my head/tell your congressmen i'm a migraine away from destroying government property/for a writer i really haven't a way with words/when living in your own body makes your skin crawl
This is beautiful, and really portrays the self destruction. The line about the sinner's sermon and being a solipsist is particularly interesting (i had to google what it was haha but the concept itself seems to play well with the ideas in this piece)