He Broke This Place

Remembering dismembering.

Broken bones every year now.

Can’t climb out, it’s a slow crawl.

Kneel, tho’ it hurts,

Because it hurts, so.

You want to cut yourself, ya?

You had enough of the bad, ya?

Forget about all a that glad, ya?

You gonna cut yourself.

You shoulda shut you self.

Here, in this dark room.

All spirits here bloom.

Like there was no doom.

Everyone goes to heaven.


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