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Verbal Vomit II |
Let me dust myself off again. With this pen in hand, I descend As the time bends, I pretend, that every crevice carved into my skin is nothing more than just a lesson. Life teaches you the rough ones. when tough skin only comes from fried Vienna sausages again If I'm lucky, some white rice.. and egg on top add ketchup and pepper for spice. Grumbling with this hunger so your words don't hurt, but the scabs on my hands and knees do. So like Scooby, watch me do Whatever I must to find THE clue Stomach stuck shut into itself like its held with rodent glue My souls emaciated Derailed... train of thought delayed I Probably won't make it. My body shivers in anxiety I've been here before, Why can't I shake it? But I know I'll make it Through thick or thin, I'll find ways to fit in. Start from zero, commit no sin. I must ramp up whatever is left within No longer wait, no one to lean on, or depend on a friend. Its my time to shine on your dime Maybe this time , Karma will stop running and marry me. Cuz Im a coward you see, Im a runner, I run away from good or bad It doesn't matter to me. Bodies scattered under the pitter patter of my baby feet From states , to countries Alleys and darkened streets Dishonorably discharged from this desert storm... forlorn disturbed and torn Undiagnosed trauma impeding But I've sworn no more! I'll leave the world scorched everything in my path torched because I'm scorn. New genre, "disaster born". Like moth to the flame I'm always drawn needing the bleeding to stop but every decision I've made just continued to saw in Sprawled out on the floor I start yawning... Endless slumber My last hurt is no more but neither am I down the river of depression I start floating |