I’m supposed to write something
It’s from the depth of my soul
A pull from the metaphysical
A pull from up above
Its my blood spilled on a paper, on your screen
A drink from my hopefully tasty river
I’m a little drunk, a little high
And then the words, they use me as they please
A little smile, a big cry all night
And my voice, it radiates in your mind
I want you to be covered with my words
And be addicted to their surreal strings


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