Poem So Dark It's Blinding

Tue, 12/05/2017 - 12:07 -- ATWSI

I’ve got couple bong rips

Held with a deep grip in my lungs


I got a couple slits

Not just the ones that cover my eyelids


I lit my cigarette

With luck worse than a white lighter

Because God knows the way they eye me

The grinding gears

The way the sparks speak

They tell me

I am a fuck up

Fuck it

I’m way up

I am addicted to it

Chain smoking til I’m all nic’d

Creeping on cursed grounds


A fake façade

A naked love

Let the snakes hiss

Stab me in the back with a bedazzled blade

The devil doesn’t even want me in his pit

Because I still got my motherfucking skin slit

Stay sinning

Never seen God slang

Silver like a goddamn blade

What’s the move?

It ain’t the right way

Taking the long way home

Buggy eyed bastard

The way He stares down at me


I aint counting cash

I ain’t hard like that

I’ve got plenty of masks

They all accomplish the same task


I know you're looking at me as a sideways 

Well get off you're high horse, kid

My hope aint worth finding

You can feel this shit between the linings

This poem so dark its blinding  


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