Middle fingers up
to the world for every dream
that it stole from me
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
I climb trees drunk with beer cans in
pockets to spy on objects of my affection.
I drive at midnight for 8 hours just to
spit venom at a party girl I yearned for.
I threaten hospital staff if they don't
give me ****** and they call my therapist.
I punch holes through bathroom doors naked
at parties and say Hi to the waiting horde.
I burn my family to the ground and scurry
like vermin to green pastures to new beginnings.
We'd sacrifice our souls for the night we first
had ourselves with ourselves for ourselves
on the backstairs when we ignited our
forest fire still smoldering 50 years later.
To my Bits from your Bo.
I don't have much time
I know I'm not fine
Black roses' petals everywhere
Any second I could fall asleep forever
But I'm not afraid to disappear
I'm just scared of not seeing you anymore
I'm scared of you crying
Because I'm dying
If I have one wish before I die,
What would it be?
What did they teach you
governments exploit people
and they're proud of it
They say to be like water
But I’ve always felt more like a pebble in the bed of the river
Soon I’ll just be sand
tears don't dry
they drown you
when you're crying forever
they don't tell you that you may die
dehydration that comes
it comes without pleasure
just to ruin your day
why don't we appreciate
when others try harder
or when their things are better
why don't we just stop
forever and ever
voids inside the universe should overtake us
we were never truly fit to live
we were made to cycle
and to turn to dust
to rot away and die
not to wallow and cry
My type is unattainable women,
and arrogant men.
Sometimes it makes me wonder,
if that counts as self harm
or maybe it's just God's cruel joke
I always seem to be the punch line...