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Memory Dump

Pain in my system
Short me out I'm dumping memories
not a fucking victim
I welcome the disease

what is freedom? what is happy?
I don't know what that be
Call me something else
I swear my thinking is corrupted

body close to busting open
lost the trust of loved ones
lost everything I was supposed to hold on to
I was so selfish

looking back on it, dissociated
took my last vomit
 still my body aches
I double-crossed the omen

-

Old ideas I hold so dear
But they trying to kill me
Do not serve me, yeah that's so clear
So alone I do not know me

If I am to be of purpose
Let go no more seeking surface
Superficial is not worth it
Speaking of my burdens

-

Imma burn it, let it out
Looking past it hear me now
Let me send this sentence
Sent ahead of death the rests I should not mention

Took my turn to spill it out
In rhythm hear my sound
Frequently a freak without it
Leak around at least I found it

Looking back, lucid dreaming
All in black, does this mean and
Who be that boy?
Is he really going to do it?

Shooting poison
Really going to put me through it
Tuned to that noise
Really hope i keep moving

-

One to the dome and the bliss conspires
All that I know is the peak gets higher
valleys tumble down and dissolve like sand
My plan is so careless

Concrete misdirection cross me out sections
I'll land somewhere no not helpless
Caught me on no focus I know
I am reckless

With the way I live come stresses
Lift me off the edge I'm ready to go in blessings
Gifted on the low what is it I am not
Knowing

Shift me no not golden
Imma villain, beast, a monster
Pick a piece and wander
Peak and see I'm seeking onward

-

Old ideas I hold so dear
But they trying to kill me
Do not serve me, yeah  that's so clear
So alone I do not know me

If I am to be of purpose
Let go no more seeking surface
Superficial is not worth it
Speaking of my burden

-

Imma burn it, let it out
Looking past it hear me now
Let me send this sentence
Sent ahead of death the rests I should not mention

Took my turn to spill it out
In rhythm hear my sound
Frequently a freak without it
Leak around at least I found it

Looking back, lucid dreaming
All in black, does this mean and
Who be that boy?
Is he really going to do it?

Shooting poison
Really going to put me through it
Tuned to that noise
Really hope i keep moving
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
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