Refusing waste

Donteatmecows

The trumpet in that ancient band

She said “It's hot, the way you stand.”

A stubborn heart inside this man

Infinite love buried under sand

I cannot take this anymore!

I wanna get the fuck out!

I'm gonna work more days each week

One day I will have clout

Random lines to pass the time

It just shows that the state 

I've been in; static unreality

Makes all chaos…no straights

7 years of existential tears

Like nothing is even real

I will strain at this cruel game

I'm not the devil's meal!

I do not even feel a thing

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

If he dies will I even cry?

Unfolding until it's true

All so weird…I want to own it

I’ll kill the shame

But won’t disown it

All was in dear Christ's atonement

But I don't see it in the moment

  • Author: Donteatmecows (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2026 01:20
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