*This is not a good poem. It was written under the effect of drugs


I'm just like Jesus,
I wrote it on the palm of my hand,
with pretty scarlet lines
the pain lets me know I'm not dead.

I feel so lonely,
I nailed my body to the ground,
and a splinter in my mind
made me scream it out loud

I clipped my wings today
and now I can fly
and I may be insane
and I'm going to die






 
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