Fever

Nothing in my cranium skull
Life taught me nothing
They are angry at me
I know
But could I care?
I don’t know

In my bed
With my thoughts
Pure dirt
I don’t want you to know
This knowledge is not power
But a bane

Crawl into sheets
With our fountain of youth
Stay
They don’t like us
Don’t care

Days
Weeks
Months
Years
In my bed
With my thoughts

 

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