what am I but bad habits and misfortune a clump of anxious organic matter thriving on a slow painful demise curious to watch my brains splatter a constant state of drunk or high
I categorise my years by tragedy this year i was carved out like a misshapen pumpkin a sick fleshy void eternally waiting filling my abyss with liquor and stale cigarettes
an existence built on mistrust my subconscious is a traitor I've tried to **** force feeding me sadistic thoughts I try to exterminate indruding thoughts with pills
why is it I seek solace in strangers faces looking for meaning in empty glances I scavenge for genuine connection my renegade mind shuns potential advances
my identity is hiding somewhere between the pillows of a ***** stained couch it fell down those dusty neglected crevasses I dropped it the night I got slipped a pill and a victim complex