3-7-18
Falling over, with a fifth in the ditches,
Getting caught in the headlights,
Mud on your britches,
You been playing this dirty,
Selling buying on thirty,
Fingers down, they watching, fuckers all heard me.
Live till I'm thirty,
Drinking livers and lovers away,
All down the drain, we part the waters
All bloody like crimson cheeks on your face,
Like rose petal skies
And on the seasons we wait.
I'm slashing necks, on my faith,
They all threw me away-
I been low for some time,
So far from what's safe,
But consider me this,
Human decency,
And physics.
I'm wired like a switch,
And I got it together.
I know I never did need
The shit they couldn't provide-
I bought all my vices the truth,
Black baggy of lies.
I close it real quick,
And thank god for my eyes.
But he just smirks
And let's em kick me
To the dirt
One more time.
Well fuck you.
Fuck you.
I reflect on the past
Like my life's just a mirror,
And nobody could care
Bout the shit they ain't hearing.
It's been so long,
Since a girl put her hands on my body
And not on my mind,
Melting into sheets,
Nothing's not on my mind.
Deadboy said it,
He's the best at wasting time,
But we draw ourselves
The strings of artistry,
And weave it into Right.
I ask myself questions,
And float away at night,
Dream of the blood and the people.
Here is the church and the steeple,
So we get on our knees,
And pray for the promise
Of faith without leave,
Of control without cease,
And of love until truth.
Hanging by chords, the ceiling keeps spinning,
He's watched the phone
Pull the lives of people together,
But in the ways of Alone.
I said I can't condone,
And on that truth,
Do I own,
I feel the validation slip away,
And run for unknowns,
Fucking with lives, low,
And running a light show,
Cops catch em like bodies,
I feel the weight of the shotty.
And to explain, is not me.
But I gave you the options.
And lately it's like you don't even know me
But I know what I did for you,
When I looked at the world so coldly.
Fucking lifeless bitches,
Look at me and see stitches
In my legs
They don't hold me together.
I take my love more than once,
So they all hold me together.
- (m.m)
Dawn Ditch Walkers
Dawn Dish Washer
*finger guns* 😎
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Self Deception
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