Hamtaro

AnxiousMane



Paralyzed beneath my covers, running from my sorrow

Thinkin' 'bout death while I'm watchin' Hamtaro

Love myself today just to kill myself tomorrow

Hope is a lie, and my soul remains hollow

Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow

Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow

 

Wake up at 9, beat my dick, and go to sleep

Wake up at 2, hate myself, then go to eat

Binge until I can't just so I don't have to think

Crawl back into bed just to catch some more winks

This type of profligacy ain't new to me:

Ostentatious Uber Eats, queueing up Chipotle with the Mickey D's

Rolling the trick dice and losing so easily

Reflections in the mirror looking back so fiendishly ('cause)

I spy with my little eye

A fat ugly loser who needs to fucking die

Carve out his throat, flay the flesh from his thighs

The blood he sheds are the tears I cannot cry

 

You know what the fuck I'm sayin'

Out of time from games I'm playin'

Death's for what the fuck I'm prayin'

Straight up in that coffin layin'

Long sleep, I'm hella cravin'

Peace of mind my corpse portrayin'

Hangin' from the rafter swayin'

Spinnin' while my body swangin'

 

Paralyzed beneath my covers, running from my sorrow

Thinkin' 'bout death while I'm watchin' Hamtaro

Love myself today just to kill myself tomorrow

Hope is a lie, and my soul remains hollow

Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow

Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow

  • Author: AnxiousMane (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2021 09:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote, recorded, and produced this poem as a song. I hope you enjoy. It started as me talking about past grievances that are still a problem for me today, and became pretty focused on body image and my relationship with food.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
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