My aggression the fuel to my bloodshot
My overdose a close dream
I wanted a vial of my own spit
So I drained my cyst and filled it back up with black
You're a needle in my appendix
I'm a drug in your addict arm
Yes, you're armed all right
You've got the bullet to my suicide
I wanted to see god, and you showed me a pit
I wanted to see nothing, and you blinded with a light
I wanted apathy, and you gave me the pills
I wanted silence, you gave me a reason.
I just wanted it then.
But you shed your skin now.
Your dead rotten skin.
When I gave you pound and ounce.
Stop your fucking spell.
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Published: August 15th, 2016 21:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Giving all for some and getting next to none back.
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