If you kiss The right amount of Ass and tickle Important testicles Along the way I’m sure you’d get somewhere.
By Test2 years ago in Poets
Many of us drowned in our Brains and opened the Flood gates with shotguns. { How does being so depressed Make such animated silhouettes?
I wonder if this room has Seen better days With all these patched Up walls? { I've been in depressing Rooms where you know
I only said I hated this Because nothing Was coming. That and I was too Fucking wasted to Get a grip on things. { I only said I hated this
I'm not saying things Aren't going to end Well because I think It's utterly true. I'm simply saying it Cause that's how shit
Some days I don't Wanna give a fuck. It's true { Every thoughtful hour I have needs to be Countered with Apathy and
I have to get out of my head somehow. I’m sitting down in there looking at old Pictures and it isn’t helping. { There’s really no one to kick it with
I have no real confidence. I watch “success” after “success” After “success” and finally feel As if there is hope. Hope to succeed again.
The hangovers are never pleasant but I take Them like they aren’t shit, For they really are not. It’s all the feeling of irritated nerves
The lights of that filthy city Sparks a small bit of happiness Inside me. I can’t explain why. { L.A { Where the seraphim live.
Although our relationship has ended And feelings still resonate within Me I have to let go somehow. { This is nothing new for me.
Trevor Somethings electric sound comes from Out the speakers. I swig a new beer that tastes like Peanut-butter and I enjoy it.
