Exit Wounds

Chewing glass is not a coping mechanism The candle's lit but you still cannot see The match is burnt down to its final embers Dream of sleeping for eternity The last I saw, he was choking on a feather Pulling hairs out of his throat, hook, line and sinker Open up a can of worms to relieve your hunger Showing off your mediocrity Wear my pride as a name badge upon my chest Says, "Hi, my name is Everything I Did Not Want To Be" The sun will sing itself to sleep