I am sick inside the head

I am a Colt 1991.
I am your lungs.
I am the voice you hear in your head.
I am Lana’s wet dream.
I am the forbidden fruit and I’m a lemon.
I am Jack’s stomach drowned in coke.
I am the girl on the cover.
I am crucified.
I am cancer.
I am the knife that flies through the room.
I am bald Marilyn.
I am sex but I don’t know love.
I am the reason why one man stands alone at night crying wishing he’d die.
I am everything you want and everything I hate.


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