Bitterness To the Last Drop
Bitterness to the Last Drop
Bitterness to the last drop, knowing that the insanity needs to stop
Bitterness has won the fight that seems endless. Pleading to begin on a fridge of upper awareness. Wrapped in a world wind of confusion.
With no resolve and no conclusion
Friction mixed with fusion.
Ready to explode
This bitterness that lingers overhead, all throughout the soul
Blinded by its fumes and its taste.
What a waste? The way it manipulates the mind.
Blind, for an instant of this bitter candy, that seems to latch on.
When your remaining thoughts now, are dead and gone.
Furious, yet curious by the way it consumes, the way you think.
Not able or willing to pull away from its addictive sinking brink.
THINK!
When can you believe the ill feelings of its effectiveness?
Leaving others with this unsettling feeling towards selectiveness
When every thing seems lost in this great myth.
Which leaves you stricken to the core with bitterness.
Darius Howard 8/29/16
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