it's a dry scratch,
I see it stick to the sink bowl,
its a dry scratch
it leaves my head aching thru my eyes,
it's a dry laugh,
that I give too often,
it's a dry life unless I'm high,
but that is a lie
with you by my side,
I'm a selfish man,
a celled fish finds freedom in shit,
never believed that freedom exist,
until it exits,
on to the dry grass
flopping on flips
is it my fault
they're flushing my drip
is it my fault?
I didn't have a choice to live,
©friedman27
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