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
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- 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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Comments2
The mind is a fascinating place to explore.
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
its great to let the sub conscious mind out for a walk now and again.
very enjoyable write 2 a.m. writer. ww
Thank you 🙂 hoping to do more of these soon
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