on the verge of a burnout
and probably the best night of my life,
cigarettes burn quickly
and desires rage passionately,
poems are produced
and prophecies are inherited...
LOVE the forbidden
for the fruit of Eden yearns for young blood...
i am just like my father,
the only difference is i know my art
and he has forgotten his...
i am going insane,
but who isn't in a concrete city?
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC
on the verge of a burnout
and probably the best night of my life,
cigarettes burn quickly
and desires rage passionately,
poems are produced
and prophecies are inherited...
LOVE the forbidden
for the fruit of Eden yearns for young blood...
i am just like my father,
the only difference is i know my art
and he has forgotten his...
i am going insane,
but who isn't in a concrete city?
i am thankful that i am privileged enough to write about my sorrows...
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