Spider Web

The 2 A.M Writer

Star burning bright and crashing my dreams

A bullet through my skull with it's bliss

Nothing is of loss on this terrain

She'll give me the metallic kiss

She's taken the keys and put them into the lock

Free me from my bliss

...

And she breaks my wings

Damned into the abyss where zero lies

Suckle on her teat and watch her wither away

She's as gray as the final goodbye

Breaking down, my machine crumbles

Damn this skin that confines flies

...

I'm full of your violent juice

I'll crash this zeppelin into the mother

She'll birth without any refuse

Pull me back up with a downer

Ironic overdose into the river

It was herself that fucked her

...

Slipping down my sights with this rifle

Take my aim and blow them to heaven

Copper flask full of emotion

When I swig I feel like dying

Maybe the dice lied

Barrel to my jaw, it's a soft cry

With a big bang...

...

And stars where made

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2016 13:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: Really a subconscious write. I kind of just put on some music, and let my fingers go to typing, and this is what they made. I don't know the meaning, but maybe that's it's true beauty.
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  • Augustus

    The mind is a fascinating place to explore.

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      It really is. Walking in the trenches, running in the fields, and soaring the clouds of your mind can be a beauty nothing else can behold

    • willyweed

      its great to let the sub conscious mind out for a walk now and again.
      very enjoyable write 2 a.m. writer. ww

      • The 2 A.M Writer

        Thank you 🙂 hoping to do more of these soon



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