the noise, the hum, the buzz, it never ends. the bees in my head are devouring my neurons, no longer firing, broken connections in my brain, did you know it'd kill you if you ate it? i don't think i'll be sane for much longer, not with the pink flesh inside my skull swollen from bee stings.
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Cyanide Daydreams
Poetryyet another dumb edgy poetry book in which i take heavy inspiration from F. T. Willz
