Shit Poetry

Gunfire and comotion
When i was just 16
Somwhere there are voices
Deep within me.
One voice makes feel better
The other makes me feel bitter
My life is like a night shift
I know im going to die like this.

In the meantime
Im going to read and write
Some shit poetry
Im going to digest your words
Like razor blades
Ever so slowley
I hide my face behind a paper bag
It melts
Thats what happens when it rains.

Positive steps in motion
Now i am 38
Voices speak in unison
Words cuddled in hate
My mother seeks aceptance
My father burns in flames
I was drinking moonshine
I never had to lie like this.

In the meantime
I am inspired by shit art
And things lost in the fire
I swim through the dephs
Of the mire
Looking for a freindly hand
At the bottom of the bottle.