March Saturday 17
I and I completely drunk; my liver shriven
Anger drove I 2 this, or maybe I wuz driven
I surely rejected ma inch of heaven
In retrospect I think I wuz only craving a quick fix
When I dropped my crucifix,
And tha neon lites flashed:
“Liquor, store is now open.”
My blood boiled with anger I started sweating
Freebase added fuel to my hopeless state
What a shame…
I be tha,
Freelance pharmaceutical distributor
Breaking tha old adage
“don’t get high off your own supply”
How predictable an enslaved mind
Thoughts razor sharp and unrefined
Compositions begun 2 define
Shaped languages of pleasant wills
Broken wounds tend to kill
While broken hearts eventually heal
Under tha cursed moon
Tha wind kept blowing, are u a slave?
Which way shall my ghost flow I see tha light glowing
This way, this way which way shall my ghost take?
I’m so lost and I begin 2 shake
Mortality gave me a break, but death I cannot awake
I wished without wishing, cried without tears
My lord hears my eternal fears
Insomnia, my body succumbed 2 eternal sleep
This is my soul in tears
I doubtfully knew my soul he would not keep
nats 06'
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