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 Jan 2015 Kassey Lane
Bri
Insanity
 Jan 2015 Kassey Lane
Bri
"Don't let madness corrupt you." A wise man once said, but it is impossible not to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself.
I'm sorry mum
That a I make you sad
That I break things when I'm mad
I shout, screech , scream in your face
Every thing I do is in distaste
I just want you to hate me
But you won't leave me be
Because suicide is selfish,
while you love me.
What happens when the drugs stop working
Prescription. recreational, medicinal
If you feel to weak with out them
You know it's leading to a problem
But that few hour escape is better then reality
That line of coke makes you rational
With out it you'll tear of heads
Cry and be crazy
What happens when taking drugs becomes you're reality
And reality is fiction.
We are so busy untangling wires
For little speakers in our ears
We forget to listen to the beauty of the earth.
We see it but ignore it every day.
So accustom to it's ever changing views.
But Music is every where
From the wind whistling through the trees
To the birds belting their beats.
There's no denying nothing is more beautiful then the sounds of earth.
 Jan 2015 Kassey Lane
AM
disposable
 Jan 2015 Kassey Lane
AM
I am the thinnest slice of pizza
A warm beer
A scratched DVD
A lukewarm shower

A last resort

I'm what one settles for when all other options have been exhausted
And what is disposed of the moment something better presents itself
You were the only one who was ever real
I couldn't wrap my head around it quite as well as I could wrap myself around you
But it's all close enough
Have you ever lost something real?
I'm not quite sure how this will feel
Because even the fake ones hurt sometimes
Even the fakest ones can leave you wrapped in a dark cloud with no silver lining visible
I wonder what your real storm will bring
When you finally decide to destroy me in your path
A full on massacre of sorts
I'm sure
I'm sure the pain will be just as real as you were
As this was
Is
I'm sure
i still smoke out of your bowl
i like to pretend i can taste you on it
even though i've cleaned it twice
all the time i get lit
to make my mind feel nice
cuz thoughts of you echo
throughout my whole body
i feel you in my blood stream
it makes me wanna scream
but your magic bowl fixes all

wow
guess i'm relying on you still
gotta get my fill
you've made me so ill
brain cells killed
i don't want to feel.
 Jan 2015 Kassey Lane
J M Surgent
Words are like melodies.
Without notation,
rhyme
or reason
they mean

nothing.
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