monotony
has sunken
and broken me
piece by piece
this dismal
abyssmal drag
smoke that i pull
making life pour
into a paper cup
stuck with pins
and left out
in the open
for when it rains
its no concern
because my brain
it cant discern
****** needles
and happy titters
from gnarly shivers
and ghastly sniffers
its the curse
subhuman almost
theres no purpose
i grow in riches
but tar black pus
secretes from my soul
such is life
do u wanna get high?
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
monotony
has sunken
and broken me
piece by piece
this dismal
abyssmal drag
smoke that i pull
making life pour
into a paper cup
stuck with pins
and left out
in the open
for when it rains
its no concern
because my brain
it cant discern
****** needles
and happy titters
from gnarly shivers
and ghastly sniffers
its the curse
subhuman almost
theres no purpose
i grow in riches
but tar black pus
secretes from my soul
such is life
do u wanna get high?
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