Aches Me

I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this at 12, but I apparently had an imagination:

I am dead but not really

Figure dwellers have found my cold dead body

Lying in the ice singing love songs

As I want for my distance to achieve

I know I am almost dead

Bubbles bursting through my head

I know that I’m not going to last

I was living in the past

I was gone but now I’m found

Pastors and priests searching for my high cloud

The migraines surrounding my head

If only they knew that I was almost dead

This is the end and I am leaving

No more of my hearing, no more of my seeing

I’m just a puppet with some broken strings

Not a pretty sight to see and think


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