“I’m sitting on white paper again

My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top

It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns

But it’s standing still, exactly as it shouldn’t be”

“The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain”

“The dirt intended to bury me is now the mountain I stand on.” Nightbirde