Listen to the soft excuses and depressing themes
To know its something I never wanted is horrid to me
Filled with the harsh darkness breaking at the seams
Have no justice nor can I sleep I can't be set free
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These foul thoughts have taken over my life
Grinding for a better day in hopes of another ascnesion
Carve out my corrupted skin with a surgical knife
Abreact to the case of all this unwanted attention
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Watch as the caffeine begins to rain down
Acrid in its punishment it becomes so lurid
I am ill and mourn for a soiled set of hair
****ing dry this anger becomes so arid
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Don't look at me it makes me feel crudeness
Get on top of me but feel too much anxiety
Stay concerned a filthy mule of lewdness
Brain develops hate for the forced sobriety
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I don't deserve this place and it can't be helped
Destroyed and filled with so much heinous anger
Rip apart the rest of my putrid flesh it can't be felt
I'm beginning to scream again I can't even answer
Categories:
abreact, absence, addiction, age, anger,
Form: Free verse