For Nothing
I sit and i write and in shame i fade.
Skin upon ashes.
Paper upon blade.
I commit crimes in the sexiest of fashions.
I lie awake at night and wait for the demons to cash in.
I live for my son and still its nothing at all.
Scratched out existent.
Welcome to the fall.
Bent light, dark perception, drunk while writing, carry me to contention.
You liars.
You beasts.
You blissful dopes who have know worth of sleep.
Correct in my mind.
Its selfish reverie i keep.
I write for her.
How pathetic.
I write for worth.
None left.
Bless me.
Something come down.
Drink, sleep.
Dark whispers.
Black sound.
I listen.
i pray.
I break from the mold.
Im a religouse disease.
Bought and sold.
Reason is smooth.
Easy Ride.
God speaks.
Oblivion Stay.
World inherited, yet no word from the meek.
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