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Bleeding Black

A million & one thoughts tie knots in my stomached ages & rages inconsequentially paces back forth & curves hard with fanaticism these rhythms our unique tonguing cheek spit to internal beat so neat-o fuck libido rid our minds of false pride i know where its at can i get a piece of that action just a fraction a quick glance a fast pass without rational arms flail hips sway between color and grey life alters the way we step look down not around at your passionate rants my sycophants all evidence of this stash of pure love bliss we dig it bit by bit tit for tat like tits clasped between breathless fucks i'm heaven scent wet you bet lets get down christ look what i found lingering years while fingering my lips are locked on your fine clit knees bleed burn hot as we turn caught in this awkward pose between yes & i don’t know when we can seize again like this is it baby shout it out shake my heart about its hard not to doubt it baby baby my baby breaks in me rakes my thighs hands slide hips glide as i die to find those pieces inside of me that hurt my soul like the buzzing in my skull i wake up with a radiofrequency to my past my malignant daydreams flogged to death with pcp & crack cocaine the rhythm the morse code tapped along my veins bloodletting wisdom & aspirations i folded myself neatly into a box with a gun cocked a syringe pulsating with regret & wet fret i falter hard thru those daze a pipe cleaned haze phased out with commercial fruit trivial pursuits a jam band of fuck fuck fuck it beating the growing power out of my soul what a face peering thru a blackened stroll my mascot pelting me with clumsy language as i dropped my guard my pants & my heart kicked my head start to the curb purged me good pumped me up with the bad i hit home as much as i could made love in gutters & dumpsters tossing myself out over the bridge of content upset those diluted waters of city reality i climbed & sang until i was shot thru the throat with a devotion to street strife carried the deathstyle on my hips as i faked a waltz down destitute streets bright with shit & piss drug induced fits failed hits the pit of misery that’s where i crawled up into a small ball called out to the void obsessed & despondent pleaded with god to disappear cover ears or muffle my scream his face was in a cooker the last time i dreamed all brilliant as far as the sun shines shy dark fingers grasp my rasp the evil wrath of serpent spitting fix kits & callous crack lips death grips twists with vile among the carnivores of the wild & the bone picking whores that shoot words like rifles & trifle thru your bag like greedy hags in seedy hotels where pimps carouse with death spells bleed into wishing wells that border fell is where its almost at the man choked as he spat fat fallen from the corpse a gentle white horse whose hooves rest at this request next to his shoes & a bottle of booze yesterdays news a fat cat & a hounds tooth hat he smoothly navigates & propagates sperm turn women out force them to learn to yearn for the dollar bill, john & mac burn like the dying candles that alarm vandals of when to strike with bloody knives that point to fights between beggars and saviors which authors savor as they detail history with the magic of mystery & monumental upset at the publishers request after receiving a multitude of threats about the cheery attitude & leering gratitude of back page antics & lazy semantics i plead my case wade in mud up to my face the repugnant smell of life as it wastes at a rapid pace where hounds prey & lost souls pray i march along sing song & gone heart tone deaf & stiff as stale bread i lay in weight a heavy fate with a bottle of fake cologne & rot to the bone brittle & cold with ages sold as narration poised for damnation this disintegration of life magnification is finding me spread with your screams along the bed of your fatalist dreams feed me a story breathe me a song hurry back tell me you wont be long a million & one thoughts tie knots in my stomach one hit one word won't do a million as all my fucked thoughts bleed black on this page for you.
Written by TLM5150
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