5-30-17
You're the nicotine drip,
Everything that stains,
And everything I love.
Take me as high as the motherfucker goes,
I've got nothing to fucking lose.
Keep it under wraps,
But these things snap.
Cover yourself
And look good,
But I don't care that you're toxic,
I don't care about blood,
I don't care about fear.
I stayed up all night,
To see the rising of my lungs,
Through my skin,
And I've played songs
That make a tempo change
Halfway through,
To sound a little more demonic,
In a hospital parking lot,
And my god,
I don't think I ever got closer to sin.
I've dodged cops,
And it's easy at 90.
Everything is.
I've had nine cigarettes to your name,
And I kept taking hits.
We drove high.
We drove reckless.
You left skid marks,
That didn't need to leave.
You didn't hit the brakes on my neck, though.
We're on the edges of a cliff side now,
Turning around,
She's out of her seat
And it's catching up to me
That we're going down fucking swinging.
Did I tell you I loved you?
Funny how the syllables of hate must have been silent.
I love the way you drag me down,
Into whatever hell hole you've got of self pity.
Just smoke me up,
Drink me down,
Let's kill tonight-
Racking skeletons like eyes are a display case.
Racking voices like we trap the vocals of a dead choir,
Singing in monotone screams.
The only secrets kept hide beneath a grave, right?
Burn my touch,
If I don't do it first.
I hate that I love you,
But the pressure clicks,
Worse and worse,
Goes in like I'm loading up.
And I could pop pills to sleep,
But I've seen skylines
That do me better
I've tasted religion,
And the best things don't require a chaser-
The best things stay where they belong,
Evaporate for the inhale
And stay on your tongue.
I could pull a trigger over honesty,
Because they do the same things to me,
And I'm sorry you see this side of it,
Didn't mean to hurt you when you sinned for me,
On your knees while heaven sings for me
Blade on your lip, begin for me,
And they can tell you it's all it ever was,
But I loved you while you got it in for me.
I could tell you that, but trust is gone,
Tightrope I walk and the wire's looking thin to me.
Release release release
My body is a latter
And the weight is sliding it,
Across marble flooring
Like I'm something classy.
I feel it fuck with me,
And I don't have the answers anymore.
But my habits
Want to experience me,
Like maybe it won't fix,
But since when did I think I could get that?
Since when do I give a fuck at all?
I need you to leave my system,
And leave the nicotine drip,
Leave the weed smoke,
Leave the bottle,
Leave your clothes on my floor-
I'll need something to burn.
- (m.m)
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
