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: biggrin evils Food::

I was choking and laughing
and screaming and crying
and I couldn't seem to find my brain

I was stomping in anger
and terribly bitter
and I refused to come out of the rain

I was spinning with danger
and baking till three o clock in the freaking morning
with every recipe I could find

I was talking to God
and walking with the saints
and quite simply out of my mind

there is still this hole in my pillow
from where I chewed right through

There is still a smell that lingers
iin the place I laid with you

I can't see straight
I curse every fate
that has left me here holding onto you

I dont know what to do
I dont know what to do
I dont know what to do

And then you smiled at me, oh God

What else could I do?.

*Note: this poem is supposed to be in casual language, and does have a consistent rythm. It is part of the effect I am going for.The parts where the words don't fit are supposed to be spoken really fast.