In a few days

In a few days

Short lived catharsis

Removing glittery eyes with wipes

Brilliant emotion

The reddish traces of a good night

Decided I'm not done

Don't care if it's a quarter to four

Reach for tube or a bottle, chemical lover

May be a problem

Love-hate relation

Between whatever tonic and I

I'm not Estafi

Breathing out another person

Capable of a gaze

Ugly same as gorgeous

Pearly gates of heaven

Swear to god it's all connected

Therapist calls it self-sabotage

Neighbors say I won't be the odds

They have no

No control

If I go and prove them all wrong

Enemies praying I never quit

Family won't know the whole of it

They have no

No control

Time to go an prove them all wrong

Whoa

The sky is gold again

Whoa

The sky is gold again

Whoa

I feel alive again

Again

Warm isolation

No ETR

Is there more