i fell into a hole
and climbed up underneath
my arm fell through the burning glass
my teeth are made of trees
rhyming is a horrid job
my poems slip further down
into a mindset i'd love to kill
i'm stuck here
WHAT THE HELL?
you followed me here again
i watched your face unfold
completely unresponsive
to my ever waking thought
and further down the spiral
is a stairway holding us up
i'm sliding ever slowly
and you're watching every sound
don't stand there with your eyes locked
its horrid just to watch
your innatimate personality
your solid jaw contracts
don't stand there with your arms tied
i'm falling yet again
those aristocratic emotions
they're on my nerves again
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