Ruined

Pretty little liars sitting up in their castles
And I'll break every stone in the courtyard
Your teeth are falling out
And dropped into the back of my throat
It's a chasm of counting fucking
crows
in the absence of the sleep
I can't seek when I'm up
And I'm up
And I'm up at every time of the day
I get up
I go home
Back to the battle
The selection is natural
My brain ain't so fractal
Just broke up.

And apart into bits as they read out my wishes
And piss on my ashes

I woke up.