Porcelain

Wake up with the same old dreams in my head
Same old thoughts that I’d be better off dead
The sun will never rise again
And it’s cold on the bathroom floor

Where do I go from here?
Does anyone even care
If I bleed to death?
If I choke on my own vomit?
If I died right here
With my head on the toilet bowl?

Destroy my body and sell my soul
Save a space
For me in hell
I’m coming home.

I always come back to where I belong
…porcelain
the only god I know.

(c) 2001

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