The 2 A.M Writer

Meth Endorphins

Eyes won't shut

My brain just won't shut up

Teeth so pure to meth

My condolences can go fuck

I'll lick it till it's red

Then blame it all on thee

I can't feel my cloud

The worst is yet to see


  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2017 02:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • kevin browne

    oh dear, I know how you feel. stay safe.

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