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Glorious I.A.F.L.U.R.E

      Living in Elysium,
Numb from from oblivion,
Oblivion had me feeling,
numb from this feeling,
Elysium wants to come back,
and spark up the feeling.
 
Giving in now.
 
I don't even care,
eating away I know.
 
 
Blood stains in the cumstains,  
dead man in the mirror this your game.
Brain dead from life roulette,
All these years and you ain't dead?
 
All these years,
and you still here?
 
Faded in a shadow casting yourself a side.
You feel invincible while it's killing you inside.  
 
Another puff,
Take another hit man.
Let it rip,
it's just another hit man.
 
Here we are again face to face,
Watch you laugh at me while I'm in disgrace.
Watch me in my sleep,
Grab me by the neck.
Thyroid screaming bloody murder,
As the reefer fueling the fool who fools the few who                
 
 
                                                       are willing to get warped
 
wth
 
 
                                                                                                         me
 
 
                                    Loving every second of breathing not dreaming about breathing.
 
                                                                     Seeing while believing, I stand before myself kneeling before me!
 
Dying with everything because that's how we were meant to be.
 
 
 
Simple.
 
 
And my head is drifting on this white nothingness.
Let it drift into her pink nipples as I kiss.
 
As I kiss.
 
I'm broken down into where I should have been a long time ago.
Searching and trying to find the thing inside.
Sad that it takes so much from the outside.
 
My youth offering me weakness in the form of excuses.
A few screws jammed through my motherfucking brain.
Bloody mess I remember gazing upon myself from above as I went in for the elbow drop.
 
 
So young  
so dumb
 
Full of your fucking shit,
Sick of your fucking shit.
 
Your fucking shit is why she sits there and slits,
why he grips and rips,
 
when I am feeling down,
 
 
 
I light up a splif.
 
 
I sit here legs crossed,  
 
a glorious piece of shit.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by DestroyerOfUranus (Des.)
Published | Edited 16th Mar 2020
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