Echoes, in silence of echoes
The memory of youth fades
Synthesising heartbreak
I masturbate through the pain
Dying like a song
As high as the stars
I was a rose of desire, cursed
With jealousy, each time I get drunk
I'm at a loss for words, pissing for days
I'm depressed, sucking molasses
In my Blue Period
Throwing myself off of buildings
I get drunk on radical poetry
Dying like a song
As high as the stars.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2023 15:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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