No more blinking bulbs
Dying vape, last pull
No more drinking suds
No more shrinking buds
No more linking birds in clubs
Acid dissolving onto tongues
Because that solves nothing
Neither does nose stuffing
Nostrils full like chicken dumplings
Chicks can dump me and I feel nothing
Living lightless like I’ve got mumps
Am I a psycho? Ask my mum
Norman Bates, that’s two in one
Put on a normal front at the front desk
Evening time fuck a corpse’s cunt for ten.
Alchemisland 
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