there are more things in this life than love though it seldom seems it with love itself, in scarcity the norm are hearts hurting and in these times getting close can be a death send read and write and dream of times better suited to the casanovic tendencies that consume you to no end when the plague is dead and we have become victorious but even handicapped, love lacking still sullies you so put it to the side just for now my friends
One day, I’ll stop writing One day, I’ll stop dreaming One day, I’ll stop believing One day, I’ll stop hoping One day, I’ll stop trying One day there will be no more poems written by me And there won’t be anymore pain One day I’ll be gone Maybe it’s today
Skin them alive, leave none to survive, Shred them to pieces, I am as phantom as cold summer breezes, Lapping up blood like a good cat, Eating children rather than a rat, I can take flight like a bat, Beat you to death from behind, Eat your bones fresh from the grind, Cut your throat pull out your tongue, Can't find your body its so far slung, A lil here a lil there, *♥♥DEAD BODIES EVERYWHERE ♥♥
I seem to lean into my shadows, failures and faults. That ***** too natural and my downward leaning too easy.
What darkness have I learned? What sullen seed has merged into the deeper passages to transform into thorns?
Is it my repeated stumblings or the sin of another inflicted early but now forgotten? Maybe it’s so terrible my mind has stashed it way way down now a fungus still alive in the dark?
I feel too at home dwelling in that cave and I am in need, I am sorely in need of light, enough lasting exposure to **** the blight scorch the itch and set me leaning into an upward pitch to thwart the dark
i am the “beware of dog” sign and you are the dog you are behind me on a chain loud and angry i am there so the next person that crosses your path cannot be upset as there is a sign that warns to beware of your tendencies
My feelings faded away Now all I feel is blue I wonder why I’m so down I’m always high It doesn’t make sense So I try some **** that’s more intense I live with a bottle glued to my hand And I have bottles of pills on deck These drugs I self prescibe Just to make me feel alive The liquor helps me smile But it makes me feel more numb This **** helps me think But it makes me more dumb This yay makes my whole life feel A’okay But it’s really ******* up my brain.