The words I spoke
Painted soft hues in semicircles
That formed veins in vain
All the life the colors formed caused was pain
And disdain for this thing called breath
I would gladly welcome death
In the form of the devil kissing necks
Sharpening a dagger in geometric patterns
Slicing through my brain matter with a splayed tongue
Implanting THC in my frontal lobe with infinite precision showing me visions of misread Scriptures read by passive preachers and pastors not knowing the meanings of verses read backwards that sound like incantations for Satan
Drop.
Drip into my glass
Cerulean liquid so vivid it defies description
Even with these prescription lenses I can't tell the difference between what's okay to write but not say so today
I think
I'll take an AK to Pre K to educate the young with Guns
JFK would smile
Knowing I'm the last gunslinger and expander of minds destined to be assassinated for saying it before my time
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
The words I spoke
Painted soft hues in semicircles
That formed veins in vain
All the life the colors formed caused was pain
And disdain for this thing called breath
I would gladly welcome death
In the form of the devil kissing necks
Sharpening a dagger in geometric patterns
Slicing through my brain matter with a splayed tongue
Implanting THC in my frontal lobe with infinite precision showing me visions of misread Scriptures read by passive preachers and pastors not knowing the meanings of verses read backwards that sound like incantations for Satan
Drop.
Drip into my glass
Cerulean liquid so vivid it defies description
Even with these prescription lenses I can't tell the difference between what's okay to write but not say so today
I think
I'll take an AK to Pre K to educate the young with Guns
JFK would smile
Knowing I'm the last gunslinger and expander of minds destined to be assassinated for saying it before my time
