deadpie
May 31st, 2010, 09:58 PM
WARNING: This isn't one of my violent poems, this is one of my angsty cum dumpster poems. Like usual, i'm free writing these poems from here. Random shit that comes to my head and ends up being created into a topic of mind.
Don't expect to understand a damn thing I'm talking about.
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When my eyes rupture out of their sockets
I expect the God's to fire all their rockets
Body bursting into flames and rehearsing the same games
Until my death is boring and old
This canvas was rotten and sold
It has no value now.
Bloody running nose from all the mephedrone
And we don't want to go back home until we've lost it all and we're left alone
Succumb to this hiccup life
Cut this vocal cord with an oxidized knife
Urinating on snapshots of me as a kid
Screeching at the memories i've hid
And for every bang on a six year old door
Is like me hiding under my bed with a broken skate board
Blocking Ally out of my head because her hands
Reminded me of Riley's when they were always full of sweat
And one trigger will always lead to another one
It started as a game and ended with me sucking on his gun
Tickling the scars on my chest
Right next door to my encore death on meth
What did you expect
A child prostituted for four years and beaten every fucking day
To change from a victim to some pretty fucking pink bokay
I've got rapists to castrate
I've got a lives to take
And i'm wide awake.
Don't expect to understand a damn thing I'm talking about.
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When my eyes rupture out of their sockets
I expect the God's to fire all their rockets
Body bursting into flames and rehearsing the same games
Until my death is boring and old
This canvas was rotten and sold
It has no value now.
Bloody running nose from all the mephedrone
And we don't want to go back home until we've lost it all and we're left alone
Succumb to this hiccup life
Cut this vocal cord with an oxidized knife
Urinating on snapshots of me as a kid
Screeching at the memories i've hid
And for every bang on a six year old door
Is like me hiding under my bed with a broken skate board
Blocking Ally out of my head because her hands
Reminded me of Riley's when they were always full of sweat
And one trigger will always lead to another one
It started as a game and ended with me sucking on his gun
Tickling the scars on my chest
Right next door to my encore death on meth
What did you expect
A child prostituted for four years and beaten every fucking day
To change from a victim to some pretty fucking pink bokay
I've got rapists to castrate
I've got a lives to take
And i'm wide awake.