I Don’t Know How but I Am Going To Blame You for All of My Problems

Will I leave a note of my ideation
Or a mystery to keep them up at night
A eulogy looming above all thought
Clouding the concious with memory
The bottom of the barrel has rotten away
Comfort in the soil where I decay
Still bothers me beneath my nails
I won't ever be clean
The hole is getting darker now
Dirt ingests the light
Like these pages absorb pain
Blood dripping from a blade
Anguish in physical form
Exiting my veins



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Woollams
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