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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.
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.
Published 12th Jan 2020
| Edited 16th Mar 2020
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20th Mar 2020 2:08am
I really hate the fact I'm reading all your poems in one day. What am I going to do when I'm done? I feel like I've been reading a book of poetry and it's like reading the words of a kindred spirit. Or something like that. The rhythm was like rain against thin metal. Consistent and sharp. Beautiful visuals and once again I love the way you space your words and I can almost imagine how one would read this out loud.
20th Mar 2020 4:18am
Thanks Blue, I havent written, like this since the last time we messaged each other. Also, thanks for being around and keeping on. I was trying the same. It's hard, life is, but we are still here.
20th Mar 2020 4:23am
Life goes on in spite of us, huh? We're survivors even when we dont want to survive. I'm glad you write what you do. And thank you for your words. Oddly enough they were a comfort for a rather rough day.
