Saturday, May 10, 2025

another poem

 murderous, death and drama
veins pumped in my brains self conscience
suicide like self destruction
care free, idiotic, thinking ink on paper
say my statement, say it cause i slay it
take it on the outside
because i cant take it on inside
spirtual, as i am lyrical
lemonade, sour tasting, full a pulp
rather have a soda
stay hyrdrated, a red bull to keep me going
token of my apprceiation
doubt me now, tomrrow you can feel misery
attached to a suit case full of documents
math tests, psychosis, center fold
bend over backwards, having chaos
in the silence im a  basehead



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