08-25-2019, 04:43 AM | #1 |
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All My Friends
All my friends
are distortions. i've been pretending to worship and ended up on pedestals surrounded by corpses walking to the store for black n milds and a 40 hoping my regress to adolescence consoles me i found you in the parking lot cross-legged and drunk on 42nd and something, these apologies are never enough we're simple like those country road cassettes in the trunk twisting tentacles of terraform. tinfoil and rust truly i'm done. i wake up plagued, in darkness i prayed for something to change. choke confessionals while swallowing razors honest to Abel, this is hardly novel behavior learned to dial it back and started calling in favors i'll take brown liquor now and you can talk at me later i'll nod my head in unison and call for a waitress mighty morphin powerless ranger, sensitive, slumped ivan ooze more like, infecting everything that i touch Black jacket fentanyl tucked for when we're ready to fuck Left the chevy in neutral we're downhill leveling up it's medicinal, this love. unhealthy / wretched / corrupted our metronome arrhythmia unsteady it pumps convoluted, often music leads me to cry my favorite songs are reinforcing all my reasons to die chameleon prime regurgitating sequencing rhyme blending iron opacity with steely resign see me shining brightly from 11 to 9 after midnight i'm a blackbird on electrical lines take a talon off and let the current inside it only hurts a moment. then we fly. Replied to Sinacog & Deadman’s Open Mics
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Too Rich IRL to Be Here. I'm Out.
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