Friday, December 10, 2010

fUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCkkkkkkkkk!

Peculiar consequences 
Potent, fallacious euphoria entails
Like a fish on a hook, there I flail
Deplorable puckish actions
Long overdue to slay the attractions
Except it's light-hearted
Increasingly so long after I started
Eyebrows raised 
I meet the gaze
Time to be unfazed
The only one in the world unaware
Last to know, say a little prayer
Imperfections tread on me, grow on me
Sink deeper, so I see them perfectly
Crassness juxtaposes feigning rapture
Almost sick---so impetuous 
Now I'm sticking, you better capture
Boat's rocked, I'll start to fuss
Over the world's fucked up 
Sordid secrets 
Coverups 
Deception 
Continually feigning introspection
She's possibly wretched and not bent
In the right places
Not worth a dime
Resistant to fill my empty spaces
Going 200 as I'm tied to a pole
You cut me thin and cut me dry
Body clenching like I'm on hot coals
Sob until I have a black eye
I had a fantasy I could be what I want to be
Long as I stay positive
I'll find a place more serene than right here is
Trek across the nation with a tiny suitcase
How much longer till you see my face?
Hell, I'm gone without a trace
When will I be back?
Don't ask me that
When some light bleeds into the pitch black
Pocket full of change, barrel full of trips
With your eyes rolling you can't get a grip
Call me flighty, call me petulant
Yes, I'm reckless but I'll be back in a second
In my Nissan, spewing black clouds
If I keep this up, you won't be around
I'm smoking now
Chug a fifth of Vladamir
Damn, I should've stuck to beer
That's what I get when I drown my sorrows
Wishing that I'll make it out alive tomorrow
I'll make mincemeat out of pieces of your bones
Time is of the essence, mind as well be alone
I'm not one to fade, but if I'm cut I'm prone
Chew me up, then spit me out
I've walked through a wall of thorns
Can you even hear the bullshit you spout?
I've tried to take the bull by the horns
Motherfucker I've busted that artery
On my neck it was bulging 
Only I can get through to me
Because of you I'm more self-indulgent
Give a little, get a little
That's what they preach
So brittle you spittle and then belittle
They get everything that's out of reach
I'm not gonna say it (fuck it) so I'm thickheaded?
You better watch where you made your bed at
Vipers gonna slither up and bite
Like some dust and some termites
We'll see whose hollering and hooting
Twenty snail-paced years from now
Eternally bound to a spring
Only I can subside the bitter
It's salt to my gashes
Go ahead, pretend I'm a quitter
I'll be the one sweeping up your ashes

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