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There lies the hope Shattered into small intricate pieces Left to be blown away by a strong current. And darling you destroyed my world Left me hanging together Like thinning thread Bleeding from a profound wound Stinging to the touch. My God I've seen so much over the years The Black Death screaming to take me The drunks counting their loose change For one golden can of cheap beer Drinking it like the thirst is undying Like the magic is there Inside something that leads to more Havoc. I rejected the chance to become a man of my word I crawl into a hole every night Drunk to the stars Grasping onto a swollen envelope of love letters. And it strikes me I'm impure My liver is descended in liquid My heart is unqualified And this haze is thicker than the mist That powers through this town in the light of morning. Part II I wake to a stricken morning A snowy wind hitting against the windows The tress screaming out Swaying at an almighty pace. I swallow two painkillers To set me up to fail I dress my aching body Managing not to break bones. I take a drink of cheap wine Nasty on the tongue Deeply putrid I think it might be off Swimming in dirtiness Curdling my uneasy gut. My hands are dry My beard is itchy My life is swollen like a abscess Ready to release **** The TV blares out politics I scorn the man Spitting his woes His laughable thoughts His damaged world For all to **** on. I go through old boxes Of pictures And letters Stacked up like a small skyscraper I look at her angelic eyes Her enchanting face. I can't leave her to rot in a box I place the picture as a centrepiece For me to look at when I'm feeling Tired of living.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
Swollen Envelope Of Love Letters.
There lies the hope Shattered into small intricate pieces Left to be blown away by a strong current. And darling you destroyed my world Left me hanging together Like thinning thread Bleeding from a profound wound Stinging to the touch. My God I've seen so much over the years The Black Death screaming to take me The drunks counting their loose change For one golden can of cheap beer Drinking it like the thirst is undying Like the magic is there Inside something that leads to more Havoc. I rejected the chance to become a man of my word I crawl into a hole every night Drunk to the stars Grasping onto a swollen envelope of love letters. And it strikes me I'm impure My liver is descended in liquid My heart is unqualified And this haze is thicker than the mist That powers through this town in the light of morning. Part II I wake to a stricken morning A snowy wind hitting against the windows The tress screaming out Swaying at an almighty pace. I swallow two painkillers To set me up to fail I dress my aching body Managing not to break bones. I take a drink of cheap wine Nasty on the tongue Deeply putrid I think it might be off Swimming in dirtiness Curdling my uneasy gut. My hands are dry My beard is itchy My life is swollen like a abscess Ready to release **** The TV blares out politics I scorn the man Spitting his woes His laughable thoughts His damaged world For all to **** on. I go through old boxes Of pictures And letters Stacked up like a small skyscraper I look at her angelic eyes Her enchanting face. I can't leave her to rot in a box I place the picture as a centrepiece For me to look at when I'm feeling Tired of living.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
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