The 2 A.M Writer

Locked

Needle needle inject me

Mother said it\'s a disease

No other children spit this way

Black plague of the endorphins

Always cracking me down and breaking my bridge

Shut my door and board my sills

Gap tooth smile slips the lies

I can barely stomach your sludge

Gotta Break

Gotta Break

Gotta Break

No more sick and chicken

Father don\'t you have remedy?

But clouds so gray and shut have no meaning

Scream the prayer for you to come

But yet as it seems, you turn calls away

Not sick

Not sick

Not sick

Not your own kind

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