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Dark comedy

You cant sleep Without steam in your lungs Steam filling up your lungs Mozart diving in your ears Tears, In our ears Can fix up the tears in our eyes Blood dripping everywhere Exciting, tickling your fears You cant sleep Without steam in your lungs Filling up the sun That shines through your fears Now clearly as they say If you didn’t enjoy it That’ll be the spirit But, if I spit on Uranus It’ll be easy, lovely and shameless If I didn’t, Uranus will mimic the sun If it isn’t tight I’ll be grateful because I’m thankful just like that I’m satisfied with simplicity and struggle Never greedy I’ll take care of you It’ll be sensual, yet destructive I’m like a snake, but peaceful Build up this image, of your own jail Build up the image, inhale exhale Inhale exhale, try not to vomit Exhale longer, now you shall fail Now will you be able to scream? Will you be able to get rid of that steam? Building over your chest Illusion, crawling down your spine Drowning in your own illusion Hallucination seems peaceful now Except for the cloud you’re lost in And that sweet sour little pill A pill to kill, to keep you sane Your default madness You swallow one Two..three..eight You slip now from that cloud That dirty little thing that feels like everything Filled up with everything you hate Yet, it represents everything you’ve created You slip from the arms of the only thing you’ve created That dirty little monster you’ve been with for so long To fall..six feet under Beneath that cloud anticipating the thunder Of relief, and whats after Remember, you only wanted to be six feet under To escape that cloud, to shut down the whispers Only caused by that dirty pill, solved with that dirty pill Taking you on a journey A journey created by God Six feet under Sun shining through your coffin Dear God, good God Bless my coffin As I got confused with the system, better now? Let’s keep going you’re about to die Darn! I keep on slipping You’re about to experience a special journey With the same cloud now, not lost in it With that same cloud now, raining over you Pulling you closer with every single drip You should’ve stopped at one But you wished for a flood Becareful what you wish for As your wishes might not just come true Your wishes might rain over you
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24 / M / Dubai
For You?
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Written by
Majid
24 / M / Dubai
Published
Sep 11, 2017
Lines·Words
87·412
Notes

Sincerely

You

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