It's Odd

The thing that makes me most alive
I promised to give my life
It seemed only fair
And honestly it’s what I wanted

But there is such a weight on my chest
It’s like a panic attack that never ends
And I ran out of options
Including fight or flight
And all I have left is to flounder
On damp linoleum tiles

Fuck I hate the funnies
But I’m wrapped up on the counter
Ready to get gutted and
Sold for scrap

I don’t think my heart is worth enough
Or my whole chestal section
But if it’ll forge our empire
What’s to lose
Cut cut away


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