Poems from Cannibal Aspen
I over work myself because
I have no choice
If I'm not good at something
Then I'm good for nothing
Good for nothing
I need to work myself...
Some nights i can't blink
Or even get a wink of sleep
Out of fear I'll feel
Your hot hands on my cold skin
should have spoken.
I should have said no.
I would've but my words
were stollen in the moment.
My arms were weak
held above my head
or...