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Fuck It
Dimly lit eyes the spark that once shined
all but turned to dust
nothing now just two dank pieces of burned out
charcoal staring out at the world
losing my way on the road to nowhere
sip by sip hazy days
where I awake and drink long into the night
worrying that the man will come and take me away
for being a crazy bitch who talks to much while intoxicated
spilling my inner secrets
as I stumble on drunken legs
fear causing me to drink more
superstition choking me
if I don't put this cigarette out completely
the men in white will get me
a song comes on the radio Stranglehold I think
the devil talking to me telling me
he has me in his death grip
wriggling like a fly caught in a web
of my own design
I wander on bottle in hand
thinking if I drink enough I will
appease my demons that speak to me constantly
with mocking putrid thoughts
crucifying myself daily
torture my breakfast and dinner
I hang on the cross full of booze but dry on the inside
I'm burning on the road to nowhere
on the fast track to death
having no one to blame but me
all but turned to dust
nothing now just two dank pieces of burned out
charcoal staring out at the world
losing my way on the road to nowhere
sip by sip hazy days
where I awake and drink long into the night
worrying that the man will come and take me away
for being a crazy bitch who talks to much while intoxicated
spilling my inner secrets
as I stumble on drunken legs
fear causing me to drink more
superstition choking me
if I don't put this cigarette out completely
the men in white will get me
a song comes on the radio Stranglehold I think
the devil talking to me telling me
he has me in his death grip
wriggling like a fly caught in a web
of my own design
I wander on bottle in hand
thinking if I drink enough I will
appease my demons that speak to me constantly
with mocking putrid thoughts
crucifying myself daily
torture my breakfast and dinner
I hang on the cross full of booze but dry on the inside
I'm burning on the road to nowhere
on the fast track to death
having no one to blame but me
Published 15th Jun 2013
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15th Jun 2013 8:47pm
15th Jun 2013 8:48pm
21st Jun 2013 10:46pm
15th Jun 2013 8:48pm
Stark... dark... reaches in and twists my gut.
"a song comes on the radio Stranglehold I think
the devil talking to me telling me
he has me in his death grip
wriggling like a fly caught in a web
of my own design
I wander on bottle in hand"
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"a song comes on the radio Stranglehold I think
the devil talking to me telling me
he has me in his death grip
wriggling like a fly caught in a web
of my own design
I wander on bottle in hand"
Fav part...
21st Jun 2013 10:48pm
15th Jun 2013 8:48pm
"torture my breakfast and dinner " love this line! A well written poem from deep within that old soul of yours. Rock on, Sinful Criminal, rock on!
Gemini
Gemini
21st Jun 2013 10:49pm
Anonymous
16th Jun 2013 8:17am
what a sad quantification, Crim..measuring the days by pain and numbing it-A sad and dark place to write from-deep and heart-filled.
great write, peace
Miki
great write, peace
Miki
21st Jun 2013 10:50pm
Anonymous
16th Jun 2013 5:19pm
I'm burning on the road to nowhere
on the fast track to death
having no one to blame but me
a little of that in all of us crim
in-touch write....strider
on the fast track to death
having no one to blame but me
a little of that in all of us crim
in-touch write....strider
21st Jun 2013 10:50pm
16th Jun 2013 7:08pm
A profound write Crim. I'm in a "fuck it" frame of mind. Hope you keep fighting those demons.
Great expression and write dear.
Great expression and write dear.
21st Jun 2013 10:51pm
thank you Magdalena I've never heard you say that word before it made me smile..peace Crim :)
20th Jun 2013 6:06pm
21st Jun 2013 10:52pm
20th Jun 2013 6:18pm
crucifying myself daily
torture my breakfast and dinner
I hang on the cross full of booze but dry on the inside
Wonderfully raw, brimming with soul.
torture my breakfast and dinner
I hang on the cross full of booze but dry on the inside
Wonderfully raw, brimming with soul.
21st Jun 2013 10:53pm
16th Aug 2013 5:24am
23rd Aug 2013 4:00am
I fucking love this write, it has such truth. So may feel this way but never say or express it. Good on you for ripping it off the hook.
Anonymous
21st Sep 2013 8:41pm
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Theo you are a beautiful soul to be so moved by my poem and it touches my heart.. peace Brenda
Anonymous
21st Sep 2013 11:56pm
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Theo I believe crying is healing as well.. again you touched me heart and soul with the comments you left.. peace Brenda
Anonymous
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22nd Sep 2013 00:27am
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