its another poem, they just keep coming Options

[racoons > you]

its hard
and it sucks
but you do it
for the birds
and the bees
and for me
for the faeries
for the creatures
for the demons
and the people
know you
destroy you
bleed you
caress you
and make you feel like the bestest piece of shit
its in your blood
in the veins
in the body
in the ground
underground
awake
asleep
and dreaming
of a nightmare