Saturday, December 12, 2015

Bug

Look at this
This smear of black yellow and green
This filth stuck to this screen
It used to be a bug
And what a bug it was
With a dream in its buggy eyes
To see the world
On the other side of the screen
But as life goes
Death follows
So all we're left with
Is a smear of black yellow and green
Of all the things this bug could have been
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I need to medicate myself with alcohol. Now.

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