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i'm constantly stuck between bones and blood and amphetamines i keep thinking that i can have it all if i just find the right scene and i can see toxic thoughts like toxic waste contaminating the oceans of my mind a bitter aftertaste, a better nursery rhyme the glowing eyes of my demons reflecting off the blade of a knife and the half smiling rings on the coffee table are the only things keeping me company at night i never thought i'd ever describe pain as "bright" "vibrant" "almost warm in the right light" i'm stuck here, falling apart a glass object breaking in slow motion becoming bones before tomorrow starts fissures turn to fractures, an explosion kids these days call that abstract art who i am hates who i used to be, and who i was always wanted to be this a human typewriter who knows how everyone's stories begin and end a tree limb that never breaks, only bends the back end of a horse a street with a dead-end a best friend a godsend wind me up and watch me pretend turning circles and spitting up my heart on my bedroom floor. "this is as good as it gets, my friend."
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
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i'm constantly stuck between bones and blood and amphetamines i keep thinking that i can have it all if i just find the right scene and i can see toxic thoughts like toxic waste contaminating the oceans of my mind a bitter aftertaste, a better nursery rhyme the glowing eyes of my demons reflecting off the blade of a knife and the half smiling rings on the coffee table are the only things keeping me company at night i never thought i'd ever describe pain as "bright" "vibrant" "almost warm in the right light" i'm stuck here, falling apart a glass object breaking in slow motion becoming bones before tomorrow starts fissures turn to fractures, an explosion kids these days call that abstract art who i am hates who i used to be, and who i was always wanted to be this a human typewriter who knows how everyone's stories begin and end a tree limb that never breaks, only bends the back end of a horse a street with a dead-end a best friend a godsend wind me up and watch me pretend turning circles and spitting up my heart on my bedroom floor. "this is as good as it gets, my friend."
reckless
#sad#depression#self#destruction#tired#uninspired#used#batteries
h0spice
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h0spice
29/F/American
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
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