something ill, kid that makes me feel dead
couldn't be happier about it
a deadly feeling warms my cold body
I want him to hurt me, my cold death
I want him burnt into me
scars going mad each passing day
one, two, three and more deep cuts inside
I will know for sure in a few days
if my life is
or not in danger
it may seem too far-fetched
but it doesn't sound too bad
once you consider
the state of my condition
politics aside, yesterday I slept quite well