I want to crash,
Needing a literal smashing of my skull to justify this figurative ache,
I want splinters of your bones in my hands,
Your ripped up veins like stretched out licorice ropes,
Pouring out the life force you deprived of me.
Needing a literal smashing of my skull to justify this figurative ache,
I want splinters of your bones in my hands,
Your ripped up veins like stretched out licorice ropes,
Pouring out the life force you deprived of me.