Alchemisland

You won’t let me die for you

So let me drive for you

Four days left on read

Had me doing 148 no look lefts on reds

200 around close bends

Live story exclusively for ‘close friends’

Instantly trending: ‘Wanting u or wanting death’

Bit donations knelling my last breath

Your hand casts my die

You cared more about going out and getting wasted, being seen

Being scene, being liked, than you ever did about me

Defeat and caprice’s bitter tastes, bad seeds, bad trees.

Now, it’s clear to me; now, I see why Tolkien saw history as one glory-pottered long defeat

You won’t even cast me a glance

Ignoring me all week, under the pretext of studying for exams

But if I let you out of my hands you’ll be someone else’s freak next

Vehicle’s a write off, complete wreck

Had to buy a factory reject

But I haven’t been behind the wheel since, keep hitting eject

You won’t let me stand by your side

Somehow, I survived but every limb’s in plaster, shouldda died

Remember how crazy my dad went when I came home, hair dyed, that night?

Remember when I read aloud from Kingsley Amis’ memoir in a funny voice?

How we used to presume every noise in every gloomy room was a ghost?