as dark as dark sky and earth
as sore as sore the back of the gullet
can blind birds fly? they can't
i go up the blind stairs intently
my child flowing down the sewer is a piece of incompetence
can't grasp anything with my hands
like a garbage i go back to doing
night and day at the end of the day
i scream even in my dreams i want to become happy
rosy lipstick my child laughing is a piece of incompetence
self torture. abuse. die. wanna forget. i hate
the song game of counting petals.