F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

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close those tired eyes, empty-headed darling
the acid searing pain strikes through the same pupils that watched the sun rise this morning
whatever's left inside doesn't deserve to wither away like this
like a wilting daisy tucked into the buttonhole of some brash country boy's overalls
it's corroding now, burning and melting everything just
       close
               those
                        eyes
the end of days is something they shouldn't have to
see
brainwaves bottlenecking and undulating
draining as an hourglass does while the sand runs from
end to end, slowly, solidly
shut down and turn away, sweetheart
there is nothing left here

-F.T.WillZ