The end of my rope is coming closer than ever
I know because when I close my eyes
I can hear myself taking a knife
for my ties to be severed.
So I shout until my throat bleeds
Ruffle their feathers
Hope to eat at their souls
like I thought I could never.
And when you keep them all in a bottle
The bottle will implode
You’ll spazz them all out
in some screamy teary stuttering code.
But until then you simply sit
all sweet and pristine
give them a cut out smile
when they ask so nicely
for your room to be clean.
