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These Hopeless Feelings
I sit here
in my motel room
smoking cigarettes
just to pass the time
staring blankly
at pale blue walls
waiting for a phonecall
i know isn't coming
hopelessness and depression
are like crushing weights on my chest
there's a spoon
and three syringes
in my back pack
no dope to fill either them
or myself, no temporary escape
for me tonite
no way to quiet these razorblade
and kerosene blues
wailing from inside my soul
i dream of suicide
of the last poem i write
the last load of meth
i shoot into my veins
to bad it won't be tonite
in my motel room
smoking cigarettes
just to pass the time
staring blankly
at pale blue walls
waiting for a phonecall
i know isn't coming
hopelessness and depression
are like crushing weights on my chest
there's a spoon
and three syringes
in my back pack
no dope to fill either them
or myself, no temporary escape
for me tonite
no way to quiet these razorblade
and kerosene blues
wailing from inside my soul
i dream of suicide
of the last poem i write
the last load of meth
i shoot into my veins
to bad it won't be tonite
Published 18th Dec 2013
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18th Dec 2013 6:46am
18th Dec 2013 8:00am
hell, you could od on this poem. 'I dream of suicide/of the last poem I write': you lay a heavy load on us, brother...
18th Dec 2013 9:28am
23rd Dec 2013 1:02am
brush the
fettered
veil away.......
heavy stuff D,
punk
dirt
annihilation
personified.
rock on brother
fettered
veil away.......
heavy stuff D,
punk
dirt
annihilation
personified.
rock on brother
23rd Dec 2013 1:40pm
Evil has claimed another victim , he wants to ruin u , the evil that sucks u up with those sensations for more ,and holy fuck to finally scored , that elation is proof of its evil , sucking u in will with an emotion so sweet , like as if god blessed u today to have that coming yr way . So false as we know soon realising that pleasure is only feeding more pain , as the evil auro about sucks u in once again :-) shit that kind of rhymed , I was getting deep and poetic , but yes yt poem ... I GET IT . Solider on solider :-)
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