fed up and tired
my mind is gone, my body has moved on, i am tired and weak, unable to keep, my head up to see, me, my reflection, no protection, my walls are left down, my voice brings out no sound. i have fought for too long...my life just became a sad song, hitting the bong, to keep the peace, or at least, thats what i believe. no chance for living long, doing everything completely wrong, when will i learn, my back is beginning to burn, but i never turn, i hope that pain will keep me, take me, kill me. why can't it just be, why can't i live life easy...why are things so confusing, i keep not noticing the bruising, the smell of chronic is the only thing soothing...only thing amusing...i can't keep on this trail, it is clear that i will fail, my face goes pale, eyes go white, i can't fight, i sit and loose my sight...i thought i was right, i was at my height, and the dropped, everything stopped, my life just plopped, to the bottom, the low, does anyone know, does it really show, no, i hide it well, living in hell...you come to me now...start talking shit, wut the fuck...you've had much luck, till now, no way no how, i won't take that shit no more, i open your car door, through you on the fucking floor, then the thunder roars, and the rain pours. pulling out my blade, my concience begins to fade, its you i hate. i hate me, i hate you, so don't talk shit to me fool. i threw off my coat, and go for your throat. don't think i won't. i get you in lock, then grab a rock, smash it up against your dome, till you blood comes out chrome, this is my home, torturing you and reciting this poem. you are unconcious, but i am still cautious, i tie you up, really start to not give a fuck...i cut you up and took a lung, opened your mouth and cut out your tongue, peice by peice, you became my master peice, then i left, with the sounds of the police... you are dead and i am fed. i got what i needed for now, but how...how long will i need that hit off my bong, that sudden rush, of turning your body to slush. i can't live anymore, theres nothing in life, but whores, and creeps, which is slowly ending up to be this bitch, me, im unmistakably, going crazy at your mercy.i am tired, wired, and then the shought is fired. my body falls to the floor, my blood beginns to pour and soar to you, my God in heaven, bulletted me seven. this must be heaven! |
