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Life is a sticky Honey sweet Mess Rotten Yellow teeth Haunting me But not from **** Powdered dreams Snorting sinus cleaning I never did that line But I was still a ****** Getting high On time Pill popping Pain pusher In prose and poetry I tapped that vein Till no blood remained Till the **** stains Claimed my pain Private person Open window The cold wind Would not let me go A hundred ephedrine pills To **** my heart Cold sweats Anxiousness And I could not *** But worse of all I could not go Could not sleep Could not rest Could not die Though I did my best Teeth chipped Broken calcium Black cavity Shallow but painful And Vicodin And Vicodin Till I had to sell them To my suicidal friend And Monster drinks And five hour energy To write To work To stay alert But the worse addiction I ever knew Was pain Waking every day Never knew withdrawal Every day a brand new pain Every night a brand new poem I never killed the ****** He just rode me from one high To the next I never killed the ****** Even though I wanted to I never had the gun Or the ****** The rope or razor blade Or the **** I never killed the ****** Even though I wanted That son of ***** dead
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
The ******
Life is a sticky Honey sweet Mess Rotten Yellow teeth Haunting me But not from **** Powdered dreams Snorting sinus cleaning I never did that line But I was still a ****** Getting high On time Pill popping Pain pusher In prose and poetry I tapped that vein Till no blood remained Till the **** stains Claimed my pain Private person Open window The cold wind Would not let me go A hundred ephedrine pills To **** my heart Cold sweats Anxiousness And I could not *** But worse of all I could not go Could not sleep Could not rest Could not die Though I did my best Teeth chipped Broken calcium Black cavity Shallow but painful And Vicodin And Vicodin Till I had to sell them To my suicidal friend And Monster drinks And five hour energy To write To work To stay alert But the worse addiction I ever knew Was pain Waking every day Never knew withdrawal Every day a brand new pain Every night a brand new poem I never killed the ****** He just rode me from one high To the next I never killed the ****** Even though I wanted to I never had the gun Or the ****** The rope or razor blade Or the **** I never killed the ****** Even though I wanted That son of ***** dead
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
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