Boomzzz tikki tikki tikki
Wah Wah oomphz oomphz
me 69 ******* on yo momma and yo sis
Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits
dunk dur *** all over yo ****
Slap *** and go on reighding
Daddy Boozhead banging on your meemaw
asdf hu asdofh u asdjfnhau sdfh unh
p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
I ponder what my parents told me,
“The light in your eyes is back.”
Not because I am happy,
Its because I stare at the dimly lit skyline
In the City of Brotherly Love,
In a melancholy manner.
While I could make some cliché allegory
Of a cigarette being another source of faint luminescence.
But I am a college student,
A speck of a presence drowning in dimwits,
With such bright futures ahead!
(Along with a large sum of debt.)
So while I sit and stare
At the city lights,
Soaking in suicidal thoughts at the SEPTA station.
Remember the light in my eyes
Is a reflection of those city lights.
I have no one but myself to blame.
Telling the tale of what it was like to experience my depression at its worst alone in the city of Philadelphia. I never thought I was able to beat it until I did.
Happy Valentine's Day
you lucky *******.
If not for the usual, severe
exhaustion I might have
something to share or
sometime to spare.
suits me better
than dear sleep
that I pray will
take me 'afore I
continue to lose
a few good brain cells,
Or a few more friends.
My world needs dimming,
Turn the lights down low
and stick something on; ****** Bed
Track by The Bluetones. Everyone's
gotta make their mark. Sleep calls to me
and I'm trying to call back
as she strokes
my tired back,
and shaking with
needlepoint, sooth me.
*"You're the only friend I need,
Sharing beds like little kids
and laughing 'til our ribs get tough
but that will never be enough".
Mydriasis Alethia left/seeking
the empyreal choir
the chthonic drums
Myosis Lethe wrought/found.
Lines Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One and Thirty-Two from Ribs by Lorde
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