As I escape life,
who's trying to stab me with a knife,
I run restless,
and breathless.
So much for not caring,
in a haughty manner;
I was daring,
for life to take me away...
I don't want to stay!
Take me to the beach
before I drink bleach,
I can't take this anymore,
every part of me is sore.
Take me to the ocean,
or grant me a DeLorean
I want to travel back to the past,
Let's do this fast.
I want to see her once again,
that gal with her pal;
with sorrow and pain.
‘Tis too late,
my shirt is inked with blood stain;
I fulfilled my role:
being a bait,
hooked on a net,
waiting for my death while trying to forget.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote a long time ago. ***I was either high (on legal substance(s)), depressed and/or inspired when I wrote those.*** Some poems took me less than 5 minutes to write them down. Other poems took me a good half hour. Not all po...