I don’t know who I am

I don’t know who I am
I’m just a tin of pam
I’m like some meat in a can
With a bloody hand

The stars I like and they like me
The cat sleeps and forgets her fleas
The picnic table in a hole of blood
I don’t know who lurks in the wood

I don’t know who I am
You’ll never understand

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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