*All along* 01/16/2015
Spent all night beside the unsound
Spend all day surrounded
Grippin tightly to reality slipping
Like I've been carved from stone and meant to swim
So, consume alcohol bent over your addiction
Pounded mentally with anxiety
So much. Too much. Too long
At this fuckin nuthouse experience
Takin care as all of me is taken away
Can't stand the eyes of others
The bodies close and emanating agitation
Wiping themselves against my calm
Too long. Too long...
Words of one who has experienced Amerikkas Sensory Deprivation Control Units I.E. Solitary Confinement
Friday 16 January 2015
Friday 9 January 2015
*paltry piece* r.i.p. 01/09/15
Sit desked or tabled
Cowed looks on mindwashed face
Chewin Genetically modified cuds
Sparklin teeth capped with blood silver
Been so long at the rat race
Squeek upon Wakin from dream maze
Life scape consists of swollen red vaginas
Cut bleedin hands holdin various women
Healin wounds wrapped around tattooed bicep
Back twitch sign of degeneration knee twitch tell tale of tired road
Walked too long with worlds backed
Slippin on the secretions joy tears produce
Witness true terrorist first worlders terrorized
Visages of prophets cartooned
Caskets cocooning the bodies
Buried in the same wood that penciled
Death assurance so blatant in violation
Like white spit on Jesus crossed
Fuckin mother Mary when daughters at work
All you got equaling exactly nothing
Exceptions in the debt accrued
The beneficiaries behind being acclimated
Like a bullet in the gut embraced
Blood cushion and bone pillow
Her high school head a second choice
For the bullet her sixteen year old hand released
Because premature emotions overwhelmed stomach ...
Sit desked or tabled
Cowed looks on mindwashed face
Chewin Genetically modified cuds
Sparklin teeth capped with blood silver
Been so long at the rat race
Squeek upon Wakin from dream maze
Life scape consists of swollen red vaginas
Cut bleedin hands holdin various women
Healin wounds wrapped around tattooed bicep
Back twitch sign of degeneration knee twitch tell tale of tired road
Walked too long with worlds backed
Slippin on the secretions joy tears produce
Witness true terrorist first worlders terrorized
Visages of prophets cartooned
Caskets cocooning the bodies
Buried in the same wood that penciled
Death assurance so blatant in violation
Like white spit on Jesus crossed
Fuckin mother Mary when daughters at work
All you got equaling exactly nothing
Exceptions in the debt accrued
The beneficiaries behind being acclimated
Like a bullet in the gut embraced
Blood cushion and bone pillow
Her high school head a second choice
For the bullet her sixteen year old hand released
Because premature emotions overwhelmed stomach ...
Sunday 4 January 2015
* we forget * 01/04/2015
On the cusp of a breakdown
Because my hand that's fed bitten
My love returned to me destructive
Turned on by everyone I've built up
Its called, in essence, beginning of the end
Because those arounds hidden emotions
Of hurt hidden in their Busch beers
Weed, pills and methamphetamine
Transferred onto me like an acid
Sick. Like a dead mans last gasps
But up. Moving. Doin Everyones work
Buried in your spit that i created
Through feeding and heating you
This the classic ending of the magnificent
One track minded between work and bills
Parlay momentarily with modern love lust
Let down and lettin down like bank accounts
Spent i sit with erratic heartbeat
Curious how much time i have left
Death. Not such a bad thing to the dead
Eyes placed to witness greatest and worst
From pinnacles of galaxies to coal pits
We witness moments yet forget...
On the cusp of a breakdown
Because my hand that's fed bitten
My love returned to me destructive
Turned on by everyone I've built up
Its called, in essence, beginning of the end
Because those arounds hidden emotions
Of hurt hidden in their Busch beers
Weed, pills and methamphetamine
Transferred onto me like an acid
Sick. Like a dead mans last gasps
But up. Moving. Doin Everyones work
Buried in your spit that i created
Through feeding and heating you
This the classic ending of the magnificent
One track minded between work and bills
Parlay momentarily with modern love lust
Let down and lettin down like bank accounts
Spent i sit with erratic heartbeat
Curious how much time i have left
Death. Not such a bad thing to the dead
Eyes placed to witness greatest and worst
From pinnacles of galaxies to coal pits
We witness moments yet forget...
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