05-07-2004, 05:13 AM
One of my crappy spur of the moment poems..i write bout 3 a day...most of them burn in recycle bin hell
Comfort.Suicide.Drugs
I open the door
<DIR>The empty cans fall to the floor like empty bullet shells
Drunkard.
I wonder how i got like this
A manical Junky. Sucking the life out of soceity
Breeding
Seething
Destroying to create
Solve ed coagula
I contemplate meanings. not knowing my own thoughts. as if im Not me
But i am.
I look at the noose
i drag my feet.
</DIR>
Comfort.Suicide.Drugs
I open the door
<DIR>The empty cans fall to the floor like empty bullet shells
Drunkard.
I wonder how i got like this
A manical Junky. Sucking the life out of soceity
Breeding
Seething
Destroying to create
Solve ed coagula
I contemplate meanings. not knowing my own thoughts. as if im Not me
But i am.
I look at the noose
i drag my feet.
</DIR>
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