A dark poem...oh know !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
72 hours
For the past 72 hours I have been slowly been poisoning myself, with thoughts of the past.
My past memory's are the new spikes in my new drinks, called hatred and loneliness . I parked my ass in front of the computer and just waited for the messages that made me happy but still killed me inside, a little each time.
The ugliness rolled around in my mouth like acid, no one could take me away not even my best friend. Who invites to come to the bar and spend my time with my friends who miss me much, but will never leave there skins behind the filth of that little bar, during the day they are not there, but the scent of there shadows still sat in the very chairs that they will always sit..
Boredom to me.... There perfect drug for them...............
I have made many transformations in my life such a short life starting out as nothing then in the middle becaming a killer animal , ripping the flesh out of there souls, and then in the end I will be nothing. My prime past me by with a blink of a cockroach eye. being a punching bag, a fuck hole and a something to probe at, giving life and taking it with a laugh and a quick told you so.
All I have to offer is small kindness, a cup of coffee, a smoke and some humor , it gets me by.
I moved my possessions around my place of living to make the time go faster, I pretended to like the home life , just I didn't have to get suck into hell again. To that place that consumed the every ounce of my being.......
My friends were the demons of there own little Hell not seeing what they have turned into, always bitching , and screwing each other, whispering behind each other's back and acting shocked when they find out the've been betrayed.
So 72 hours have passed ,
and my life is still harder then before
72 hours
For the past 72 hours I have been slowly been poisoning myself, with thoughts of the past.
My past memory's are the new spikes in my new drinks, called hatred and loneliness . I parked my ass in front of the computer and just waited for the messages that made me happy but still killed me inside, a little each time.
The ugliness rolled around in my mouth like acid, no one could take me away not even my best friend. Who invites to come to the bar and spend my time with my friends who miss me much, but will never leave there skins behind the filth of that little bar, during the day they are not there, but the scent of there shadows still sat in the very chairs that they will always sit..
Boredom to me.... There perfect drug for them...............
I have made many transformations in my life such a short life starting out as nothing then in the middle becaming a killer animal , ripping the flesh out of there souls, and then in the end I will be nothing. My prime past me by with a blink of a cockroach eye. being a punching bag, a fuck hole and a something to probe at, giving life and taking it with a laugh and a quick told you so.
All I have to offer is small kindness, a cup of coffee, a smoke and some humor , it gets me by.
I moved my possessions around my place of living to make the time go faster, I pretended to like the home life , just I didn't have to get suck into hell again. To that place that consumed the every ounce of my being.......
My friends were the demons of there own little Hell not seeing what they have turned into, always bitching , and screwing each other, whispering behind each other's back and acting shocked when they find out the've been betrayed.
So 72 hours have passed ,
and my life is still harder then before