every october
i can't sleep
my joints twist scratching bones twitching
i sleep and wake up in a haze
i want to feel normal
their are blinders on
my limbs cut off
i lay in bed and I'm on the ceiling, upside down

i throw up and cry in bathtubs
i sleep in tears outside
i stay up swollen through the night
i'm top heavy and past drunk 

marble feet and knees
wooden legs and dead sore cow leg arms
it weighs down the back of my head
and tickles my temples and forehead
my scalp itches

it starts in october
it comes with the air
in the trees and the boots
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