Saved your ass in a bag for a bad day
There is a dark dream
That seeps in sometimes
I close my eyes, for it frightens me
It makes me question everything
Lose my sight and other senses
Sometimes the best tasting things
are the ones we realize
we don’t want.
We go through the pain
and/or pleasure
Don’t talk to me abouthow you all hate racism and sexismhomophobia and transphobiaableism and classism orany kind of discrimination…