it was a regular day
where i spent my day being locked up
it's alright, i could still see the sky and clouds
the painting looked very much alike, i laughed
everything seemed normal, i am normal
feeling a huge hole where the blood wouldn't stop coming out
horrific stare eyeing the room with tears streaming down my face
muted, i couldn't release a single sound
probably because my mouth was filled up with spiders
suffocating, i was not in a factory, street, nor even the ocean
oh now here it came,
wanting to color my sleeve in red wine
wanting to swing my head around the rope
what a beautiful regular day
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