eating the porridge and killing the bears

your gift horse has brought flies and the stench is unbearable im left with no option but to embrace apathy and loneliness hoping that i die took a train to new york city, met a girl i Thought was pretty tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole, begging to nurse its mouth to health strip the skin from the inside out you didnt think they'd notice (you looked them straight in the face) i always knew we'd watch them die