payback

crowded spirit

looking at my old self in the mirror

my head defeated 

my eyes circled 

I no longer love the sun 

It reminds me of deers left dead on the side of the road

It reminds me of your nauseating smell

It reminds me of the warmness of a cursed august 

and how lost my soul used to be 

let me warn you though

before you try to get me back,

run away

I’ll just hit you fast and bad

while I cry at how empty and unstirred I’ll feel

there will be a payback, I swear,

there will be a payback and it will be beautiful and real dark