tears rolling down my eyes cause I'm always tired; stay away play your cards right, barb wire hairline, please tell me that's it's all okay.
Die first, then quit; don't leave it's my fault, I hate this shit.
Salt look like sugar, chart your course, Be her peace, that girl tired of pain...
Her eyes tired of rain.
I want to breath, I hate this night, I want to wake up,
Last time I checked my balance I spent my paystub,
Wasting light and too much talent ruins your taste buds,
Eating negativity saddens the life you came from,
Fourteen I had me a feast need I say more,
Eating pussy made me a beast, to tell you the least.
Tough me, taste me,
Nasty, Keep it classy,
Saliva in the mouth,
French kissing her ass cheeks,
Between 6 and 9 I ate 70 times,
A master shading his own potential.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide, I love you.
PoetryA collection of thoughts from before an untimely death. Arranged from prearranged music. Compiled from several days in solitary confinement. The End.
