Saturday



march

please don't try to kill me
because i'm already dead

a stone that sinks
deep in this chest
as my bones rattle
this heart rarely beats

please don't try to kill me 
cus 
i'm already dead

please don't try

with a pencil to the head
and a gun to the eye
nothing 
seems brighter 
than this 
grey sky

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