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Don kingsley Sep 2016
Machine guns shooting away
Got your diamonds
With your glamorous escapes
I was driving on the old freeway
More potholes
I have very few escapes
I'll play the same old same
9 to 5 type, i was born to obey
I want to be the type
Type who can say no
Type who can have a true friend and foe
But I've been saying thank you
for way too long
Sitting all alone

I do some drugs from time to time
Makes me happy
Makes my life feel like a life
I heard people marching for some rights
But I just closed my eyes
Another short night
She had thighs thick and lovely
I thought to myself
I'd pay just to touch them
Inhale, snort, and sit tight
The lonely type
Don kingsley Sep 2016
Senselessly they tend to make noise
Don't listen now
It's just to fill the void which was never around
And hear them all they dance away
Dance to your sound
Thrive on the day
I found love in a voice
So sweet memory is extinct
Like we will be one day

I feel a thousand pin ******
With each non conviction
Sinning is the only true way
I found living was living

The dos and donts
And nothing in between
Know your place in line
Say your piece
And be muted like swine

I felt such beauty in the skin
It took me to somewhere I finally
Found my ventilation

Screaming out useless sounds
Paint your face so your pretty now
Do you finally feel like a person?
I'm sure you could get down
To something which leads you a little less
But when you find the rhythm you feel so much more

You were the last redemption
So young
But your touch made me
Know that breath
Was something I was missing
No respect for skin
But it's the finest drug on the market
Touch me a little more
Know I want it all this time
No turning back the time
Don kingsley Sep 2016
Dark overcast
Tumble me into a thousand shreds
***** dancer
Dance during the wild storm
Casual disaster
Burn my throne
Miss laughter
Slice my throat
Til i'm no more

Rough awakening
I need a little more scratching
Against my skin
Let me be whole
Let me know what it means
To have blood in my veins
And finally see it as the gift it is

I feel the river
Flow
Going down
To a place
I would rather
Not be sent to
Anymore

Building jumper
Tell us about your final splash
And offer us those drowning
Tell us about the water
That filled your lungs making
You no more
Make me whole
Fill my soul
Touch my body
Make me feel like someone
Don kingsley Sep 2016
Ceased and departed
Apart I won't grow
They say the process is slow
But I wont let go
Not this time
I wont
Let go
I wont
Let go
I wont let it take so slow
It's too slow
No patience
I'm a dull boy
Completely alone

Find me a fixer
Quicker
And slicker
I find my slide
Is gracious
It was a good time
When you find
Solace in the dirt
And taste what is real
And find
Your one of its kind
Real nice
I let go
But this time
Not so slow
Don kingsley Sep 2016
Canvases lay in front of skilled hands
But still remain empty
Guns in hands of nervous man
Unfilled on the enemy
I heard there are seven sins
All of which remain friends to me
Nostalgia
Don't tell me what you did daddy
Tell me what you're going to do
I sit with my sick head
With an ill point of view
Crosshair on my chest
The trigger is yours to pull
Lets go to school
The world isn't ours to rule
It was ours to give
Lets go to school
The role models and teachers
Aren't getting paid enough
Always thought making potential
Fulfilled was good enough
But they aren't keeping up
Our mixed cycle is catching up
Stay in school
Behave and follow rules

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