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Datore Fargo Nov 2022
Die
π‘°β€˜π’Ž π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’…π’Šπ’†.
This isn’t a game,
or just something,
to say.
𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š,
π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ,
𝐝𝐒𝐞.
It’s not a joke,
this isn’t,
a play,
this is,
reality.
πΌβ€˜π‘š 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔,
right in front,
of your,
eyes.
This isn’t a,
π’π’Šπ’†.
I’m going to,
𝐝𝐒𝐞.
Ghxstcxt Oct 2022
Born with a better life
Formed by a rugged line
Caught in a muddy mind
Inner war in full force
empty shores,
grains are coarse
brain is worn from the thought
of the cause, and the flaws
from the stored up troubled times
Keep that light in sight though
Eyes open wide,
so you can brave the flow so
You can find
all the times to unwind
organise and refine
how you fight, home made choke holds

Feels like I'm courting
a black hole I'm forming
Distorting rewarding
thoughts formed flip to morbid
'it's just a bad day not a bad life'
Ever had a day that lasts a life time?
Guess i'll be aight in the mourning

Sort of a mess is this
Formed full of emptiness
Balk all my prevalence
Thinner walls, creaking more
Feeling worn
Sleeping more
brain is worn from the thought
of the cause, and the flaws
from the stored up troubled times
Keep that light in sight though
Eyes open wide,
so you can brave the flow so
You can find
all the times to unwind
organise and refine
how you fight, home made choke holds

Start with absorbing
The wellness from talking
Succoring the morbid
thoughts formed flip to glory
'this is a good day not a bad life'
Ever want a day to last a life time?
Might just be aight in the morning
Datore Fargo Oct 2022
I see,
you seem,
to like it better,
when I,
tell stories.
So here is,
one for,
you.
Once upon,
a time,
you opened,
your eyes.
Early,
bright,
and full,
of dread.
Pulled yourself,
out of an,
unmade,
bed.
Tripped on,
the mess,
you left.
Stumbled down,
broke your,
neck.
Now you’re,
well,
dead.
Datore Fargo Aug 2022
I like,
the lipstick,
that stains,
your cigarettes.
And how,
you carry,
the scent,
of lavender,
and incense.
The imprints,
of your teeth,
are left on,
my heart,
after you,
took a bite,
last night.
Did you,
keep it?
Or trash it,
like all,
the rest?
Datore Fargo Aug 2022
I spit,
my tongue,
right out,
on the,
cold tile floor,
I couldn’t taste it.
You stared at me,
and it,
me,
it,
horrified,
practically disgusted.
β€œI thought,
that was gum,”
you said,
bewildered,
basically,
out of breath.
I would have,
answered,
but shrugged,
instead.
Datore Fargo Jul 2022
Do you,
think of,
me,
the way,
I,
think of,
you?
Because,
truth is,
I,
really don’t.
When the news says,
someone’s dead,
I look for,
your name,
instead.
Is that,
bad?
Possibly,
just sad?
It probably is,
but truth is,
I don’t care.
The scars you left,
wont wither,
until you taste,
the poison you,
hypocritically,
made for me.
Do you,
think of,
me,
the way,
I,
think of,
you?
Probably,
not.
there won't be many shrouded gowns
or tears or tales to tell
above a bed with tiny frowns
to watch my carcass swell

perhaps a friend or cousin
no colleagues from past tense
i'd be shocked to see a dozen
if i don't outlast the 'rents

don't go too far out of way
or bring a spot of gin
just to watch my bones decay
and sorrow o'er my skin

kiss my head or curse or bawl
i won't know whose farewell
staring at a furnace wall
while looking up from hell

for now i'm lying here to show her
i can’t bear without your face
who knows if you'll need closure
i'll be dressed for just in case

i’d have lived for you but only
let's not talk about regrets
i'll wish you'd never known me
but hate to think you might forget
--The End--
Datore Fargo Mar 2022
My legs,
I can’t feel them.
Dear God,
I can’t move.
The devil,
put a curse,
on me.
He cracked,
my bones,
used them,
as forks,
and spoons.
I've become,
cutlery,
for Satan,
instead.
Datore Fargo Nov 2021
I hope,
you’re dead,
with little,
tiny maggots,
swimming,
in your,
head.
That’d be too,
easy,
like a fish,
off the hook.
I want you,
to be,
the worm,
wriggling,
for a sense of,
free.
I will,
dig you from,
the dirt,
you call,
home,
squish you,
under my,
converse.
Datore Fargo Oct 2021
Lips pursed,
blowing bubbles,
and placing kisses,
on the back of,
wrists,
that lay there,
bleeding.
A sick,
smile,
a smirking,
child,
breathes hot air,
against fogged windows,
drawing pictures,
of ******,
figures.
The world is all,
consuming,
trapping me behind,
bars,
bullet proof glass rooms,
it keeps me,
spinning.
I am twisting,
turning,
my stomach,
it keeps it churning,
dizzying,
I am losing,
no I’m,
winning.
Drink the liquor,
it drowns out,
the sound,
and keeps,
us swimming.
Nicotine laced,
smoking kisses,
it helps you,
pull the trigger.
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