a sick society is
scared of keys
a wicked figure is bent
over
by the weight of
712 locks
would time be better spent
looking for someone with keys
or making your own?
i feel my shortcomings have
left holes in me
i hate the life i lead and
i let my failure get to me
i feel like i stitch the
gaping wounds
with thick padlocks
i see the life i
never had and all the
things i have never felt
would i never feel these things?
the padlocks rust and
i get sick
waiting for someone with the keys
is just a contract for the brutal torture
of everyone involved
ive made keys before
but i had to make them out of bone
torture forever! more padlocks!
I will buy a gun and kill myself during the Summer of 2026