Put The Past Behinnd You. (quick story, keyed up. holla)

Geno · 07-16-2013, 10:03 PM

this fuckin guy..
he walks backwords tryina' travel the past
but can never quite find the fucking path or its tracks
trapped, and every step forward adds a tack to his task
a coordinate that has to be mapped, a plan has to be hatched
fore he has a relapse and blacks out on a wrath, a powerless addict
dumps his dead bitch on a floor, the cats out of the baggage
he sat down and imagined things were fucking different today
that he isnt in pain, or that he had a bit of restraint
distant, he drifted to childhood and saw his favorite escape
a place where he could go and it would take him away
sacred, its safe, it made him feel like no one else existed in life
but they did, and he isnt there now cause THIS is his life
the bitch is his wife, the dead one that fucking needed to die
cause in his mind, if she wasnt gonna change neither am i
a deciever, a dime, a fucking piece of ass everybody would love
thats why she had affairs that she kept covering up
stuttering slut, cause everytime he asked where the hell she had been..
the perspiration made her lovers cum repel from her skin
convinced, cause he rocognized the fucking odor after a while
it smells exactly how she tastes right after she swallows
her bone fragments attatched to the bottle he bludgeoned her with
nervous -cause hes been in trouble before, just nothing as big
fuck it -he sips a cup filled with the darkest liquer youve seen
hoping hell pass out drunk, and wake up like this is a dream
but this is the scene of real life, and hes making his bed
loading his gun with a bullet that he takes to the head
his hatred has left more blood on his hands than he could handle
the house they died in is haunted with thier memories, candles

07-16-2013, 10:03 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	Put The Past Behinnd You. (quick story, keyed up. holla) this fuckin guy.. he walks backwords tryina' travel the past but can never quite find the fucking path or its tracks trapped, and every step forward adds a tack to his task a coordinate that has to be mapped, a plan has to be hatched fore he has a relapse and blacks out on a wrath, a powerless addict dumps his dead bitch on a floor, the cats out of the baggage he sat down and imagined things were fucking different today that he isnt in pain, or that he had a bit of restraint distant, he drifted to childhood and saw his favorite escape a place where he could go and it would take him away sacred, its safe, it made him feel like no one else existed in life but they did, and he isnt there now cause THIS is his life the bitch is his wife, the dead one that fucking needed to die cause in his mind, if she wasnt gonna change neither am i a deciever, a dime, a fucking piece of ass everybody would love thats why she had affairs that she kept covering up stuttering slut, cause everytime he asked where the hell she had been.. the perspiration made her lovers cum repel from her skin convinced, cause he rocognized the fucking odor after a while it smells exactly how she tastes right after she swallows her bone fragments attatched to the bottle he bludgeoned her with nervous -cause hes been in trouble before, just nothing as big fuck it -he sips a cup filled with the darkest liquer youve seen hoping hell pass out drunk, and wake up like this is a dream but this is the scene of real life, and hes making his bed loading his gun with a bullet that he takes to the head his hatred has left more blood on his hands than he could handle the house they died in is haunted with thier memories, candles __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 07-16-2013 at 10:48 PM.