Shaded eyes, and common lust upon your lips
Beckon to me, for I hold something similar
A drug inflicted by this constant mosquito
Keeps piercing my neck, like you do
All I want is permanent
But all that is happening is temporary
...
Stuck in my own head, but you're still there
The smoke won't cover your face anymore
Only brings low highs
A broken canoe on this rampant river
And I'm sunk again by uncommon chemicals
Hoping these waves never bob me back up again
...
Won't you just kill me, or at least let me drown in melodramatic musings?
A bullet to the brain could be similar to a snipped umbilical,
If only I was ready to pull that trigger or use those scissors
God fucking damn you
...
Waking up somewhere between 4 and 5
Dusted off shoulders and empty bottles
Shook you off with the dust, I hoped
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2016 21:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Random angst riddled writing. Might as well write when I don't have much else to do
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Very good poem but a dark write. I hope it was cathartic. Sometimes these poems have a way of helping others.
It was in a sense. Got some things off of my chest, and glad you enjoyed it
A great piece, great use of language. I like this very much.
Thank you 🙂
I love this piece!
Thank you, I'm glad you do 🙂
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