#frustratiom
Mopin' in an overpriced motel
Trying to decide what items I can sell... Well, what's few and far between
Hardly any parts are even left of me
though THINGS do not define us
Take a peek in my chest cavity
You'll see I am righteous
High-strung Yet somehow Vibrant
Here it is, kids
'Tis the season of unrest
There's no sleep just tweakers
Screaming obscenities
In shadow corners
**** **** **** "godammit"
Im watching his sanity go
Right out the door
Is it the allure?
OR
Perhaps its the warm bed?
That's keeping me from leaving right along with it
I bite my tongue til it becomes
Blood red
Before I know it my mouth
Begins mimicking my head
And I'm yelling ...
****** I can't stand it, get your **** together man!"
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC