your lips were my ambien,
never have i felt so loved -
i saw bright pastel colors,
but now my lights are unplugged -
when you left i crumbled to pieces
put it back together and mailed it to you -
did you receive it..
when you wish to meet ill be there too
to give back some scars and perhaps a bruise
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
i burned all six sobriety tokens,
and drank a fifth with such a devotion
in search of drugs i asked my pets
but i broke the pipe at their request
i straddle lines of cans and cants
reciting scriptures while doing the demons dance
whats constructive as this,
a kiss destructive as this...
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
feel no sorrow for me
for tomorrow ill be
a tear that you swallowed -
your sorrow is free
the gun shots the cue
when the bullet reaches my head
my thoughts left me for dead
splattered in red...
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC