My teeth grind
And the chip on my tooth cracks
Like the brittleness in my finger nails that snap
And I feel like I never meant anything to happen like that
But it’s to late to discuss the facts
My tongue rough and my eyes sore
I hope you got what you waited for
Anxiety at the highest level
Like a ghost got into bed with a devil
And all I see is tar pour from your mouth
Blood bleeds from your ears
a yellow in your eyes
a green emerald brushed upon your cheeks
Jealousy reeks
And anger is just the symptom of no sleep
as my teeth grind.

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