Sick of being poisoned,
My mind is now racing.
I'm remembering things as a child,
That I should no longer.
Was it deja vu,
Or maybe I'm just not there..
These hands want me dead,
Im hiding, in the forest, Im scared.
My skin is now bleeding,
The floor is now wet.
My hands they are shaking,
Im a survivor, don't fret.
Looking ahead,
As the death is now planted.
Scrambling for life,
Im running faster than light.
A beautiful flash,
Now engulfs my meaningless life.
The sky's open up,
And I run into heaven.
With a brand new perspective,
My eyes are now free, I can see.
Death'ization of my civilization,
Oh fuck we are doomed.
Maybe it's for the greater good.
One day we will know,
Or maybe we'll just blow.
Either way, have faith,
Our blood is holy.
We'll never die,
As long as we stay connected.
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Dysphoria
PoetryPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
