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Shaken Mind
I want to smoke meth.
I want to have sex.
I want to bleed pools.
I want to see death.
I want to pass out.
I want to forget.
I want to run,
far, far away.
Alternate reality is my goal,
an escape plan.
Impossible one.
Do whatever wrong,
to make this place seem right.
Become my sanctum.
Where i can enjoy the sadness of others.
Brains giving up,
Shooting sparks in my head.
Want the best for myself,
but longing the worst.
Inhabiting new thoughts,
New me.
I like it.
I'll trust you on this one brain.
Challenge my heart,
Make it worry.
I want to have sex.
I want to bleed pools.
I want to see death.
I want to pass out.
I want to forget.
I want to run,
far, far away.
Alternate reality is my goal,
an escape plan.
Impossible one.
Do whatever wrong,
to make this place seem right.
Become my sanctum.
Where i can enjoy the sadness of others.
Brains giving up,
Shooting sparks in my head.
Want the best for myself,
but longing the worst.
Inhabiting new thoughts,
New me.
I like it.
I'll trust you on this one brain.
Challenge my heart,
Make it worry.
Published 22nd Oct 2012
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23rd Oct 2012 9:18am
Drugs are bad?...who knew....no comment on the sex...I do not approve of babies though....o-o.....
13th Nov 2012 3:59am
God damn, one time i really thought i could put some really personal feelings and i just end up looking like a horny little bitch. Fuck that. Gosh darnit, and the word itself attracts so much unwanted attention its annoying as fuck, why would i even consider posting this. I know i suck at poetry but this much? Fuck me. (Ha ha, yeah, not literally)
27th Mar 2013 4:14am
