Fran I’m Almost Done

What do you care?

It’s my soul, filthy, undesirable.

This is my boat I’m sinking in on open water.

Can’t say a word to you.

Already a burden on everything.

I’ll cry alone.

Until I’m empty, dry heart.

Who shall I scream for?

Oh is this life an unfunny joke?

Lie so they can go on like these days are wonderful, not to me.

Bury my head between, death’s silence and life’s kisses.

Can’t say any words to you.


Fran you don’t have any words.

I’ve learned well so I’ll keep mine too.

This place I’m in, this dark room nightmare.

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