I feel like I'm parallel parked in a diagonal universe.
Patchin' **** up like a disabled student nurse
But its gettin' worse cause this **** is twisted.
So I resisted, kick back, relaxed, and unleashed this **** *****

Crash.
Burn.
A stale yearn for
You.
True meanings.
Soft breaths, heavy breathing
Heart ache.
Eat cake,
Until the feelings burn away.
And stay away
But they never leave me alone
**** fate. Or god,
Or whoever leads this brawl.
My feelings consume all
My thoughts
I punched, I fought, Ive taught, Myself
To ignore.
What are men useful for?

Alcoholic consequence:

I can't remember being me

Or doing things with IV stings

Prescription crack enhances

***** react-

ion

Not sober,

Almost blind

You'll need to remind

Little miss booted me

Of last nights activities

Its blurry,

No conscious memory

It slipped from me,

Clean forgot

Consequence from smoking ***

A lot.

A pocket of dreams
A locket of screams
A whole ******* feeling tattooed in inseams
A machine of emotion
Run on ******* and devotion
A potion of souls smoked up through bowls
Blasted through time and spines
Cranial cavities and eyes
Children's cries fuel the high
Seeping through femur bones and tailored suits
This suit isn't suited for those who weep,
Just those who keep up with underworld Joneses
Who revel in dark tones and
Worship the devil

Across blanket seas, I lay my spent body to rest
Buried in comforter caskets, I don’t welcome this sleep,
Creeping slowly through consciousness. The
Darkness fogs, and regret and dread
Eat away at my psyche as I know that
Factitious deities await me on the river Styx.
Greeting spirits before they drift to Heaven or to
Hell, guards grab at passerby and direct them to the other side
Injustice! I scream as I’m guided down below the water, against
Jutting rocks amid the fire and brimstone and I beg for guidance to the
Kingdom of Heaven, renounce my Sins and pray to Him
Leaking lies across time, I plead for mercy for my eternal soul
Making testimony for my wrong-doings but my mistakes replay like a
Nightmare in my mind and sears my eyelids shut
Open your eyes! Come the screams of lost souls but I lay
Prostrate on the ground unable to move and I
Question my life and things that I’ve done. I try and
Reach for some redemption but the Man
Strikes me down with his thunder and
Threatens everything I am afraid of. He can smite me,
Unify all my fears with his words. He releases his
Verdict and all hope I had is wrenched from my grasp.
Watching me with judging eyes, the Man sits on his ivory throne and
X-pells me to Hell and I scream and I cry and I
Yearn so greatly to open my eyes but I am heavy with
Zzz ‘s and so very tired…

Sweet lips trick tips of tongues to slip and
before you can quit, she ***** your mind and
leaves you blind with love and
your little Dove with discover your deviances and you'll deal with the discord of a ****** mind.

Why?

Because it was your kind of doing deeds that doomed the dainty Dove to become a dainty *****, a siren of love.
It will be your duty to fix your fair Fox when the Angel's disease spreads like chicken pox and sickens her mind.
You don't wish to lose both lights or your life, right?

So, fickle Lover, be fair when you form a facade against your faithful Fox,
For she just wishes for safety, and shelter, and warmth.
Yet you whisk that from her in the form of a trap, lure her in and then with a CLACK!

You seize her within rib cages, right next to your beating heart.
Then, when she starts to beg for Heaven you just show her the Angel.
The Angel, who is the one with the weapon who releases it to you and you wield it high above your head and warn,

"You have a chance, run free!"

But this Fox knows naught but captivity and stays rooted in the place where the rudeness and bad comes crawling back like sick vermin with rabies and
lets him take the swing.

Swish! The sound of steel slices the air and cuts skin beneath the soft fur of the sensitive Fox. The Fox who felt such security in knowing thee would provide the type of sensual secrets to preserve her sentiments for centuries to ***.

Alas, all great romances come to pass, and the Fox too passes, and the Angel clasps her new Lover and they forever wear the skin of the Fox as lingerie when they ****.