what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem
what a lie, the desperation,
hijacking the trajectory we inherited—
a downward spiral,
a plummeting spirit,
the descending,
the earth opened up,
and this is hell come to swallow us.
in a flat spin,
talk to me, Goose,
i can't feel
a goddamn thing.
#poem