my skin crawls on feet
like needles like icicles
and every bone under my skin
wants to break
they bend and twist and
i’m awash in heat and cold
and all i want is sleep
or nothing
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
my skin crawls on feet
like needles like icicles
and every bone under my skin
wants to break
they bend and twist and
i’m awash in heat and cold
and all i want is sleep
or nothing