when you spend all your time in a dark room with

reruns spilling out your eyes &

rainbows spilling out the centimeter gap between the curtains you

certainly can't blame anyone

for the reason behind your loneliness because you've

shot all your friends with a rifle &

stabbed every lover with its bayonet

so they wouldn't find out you sold your

soul on craigslist for money to buy yourself a

dozen eggs that went bad anyways because you've

stopped eating,

now everyone hopes you'll sell your heart to buy some air &

stop breathing