Went to rehab, went to friends.
No one could help me. Nothing but loose ends.
Now that I'm addicted to feeling good.
It's like meeting god, I'd do this 'til I could.
Falling to the abyss,
Mystery minds
Morning afterthinking
What have I done, what did I do.
Save me, save me, no no no never.
Falling back and forth no end and that mainline
is what I want is what I crave
As I am shooting up strait up the thing I love the most
My long lost love, my ever being lust and lookout
for the good time giving heroin
My life is running out, my money and children are all hanging on this loose line.
All I ask for is that mainline put, the smoking of the grimreaper.
I know it's putting me down, but if you knew, you'd do the same.
Real life is LAME.
Tag: Dark
[Poem] Summer
Summer
There are flies… everywhere.
On me, on the meat that was supposed to be served as our dinner, on the dead, luke warm eye of my great grandmother and on my untuned, maroon colored guitar.
An apocalyptic smell of disease and deterioration. Not the rot of some body but of…
…Flies.
Flies getting electrocuted and melting against the old, warm, buzzing luminous lights in the ceiling.
A nostalgic feeling fills my arteries and veins – home is once again.
Hot hot summer, where have you taken me?
Poetry and I 