.was that all it was.
my head dreams of what my heart can never be
i found god on a street corner, screaming at pigeons
there’s no sense screaming at unwanted weddings
you found death at a bar in tokyo, dealing out smack and crystallized disease
no change
keep everything they gave you
schizophrenia seems like clarity compared to all this muck
no change
it’s still the same
polarized galaxies begging for the kill, drooling comets and earth ending asteroids
we’d all boil in our skins
not much to look forward to, but stop looking backward
street signs aren’t labeled that way
i found hope, at the bottom of the well
you found despair, in the hollowed out smile of a woman whose baby had died
“but…is that all there was? is that all i get?”
“yes, i’m afraid so.”
hungry eyes
keep searching
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Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
