Digging holes, I’m just digging holes in my foundations
Revelations, mirrored by the reckless abandon that I aim toward my aspirations
Preparation for careless incantations
Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes
David Thao is missing his c-c-cash and I am missing my s-s-sanity
My vanity is a monopoly played by mahogany, psychopathic tragedies
My cult is under your skin, my cult is under your thoughtful delusions
My cult
My cult
Break the reservations of my intrusions
Gimme gimme
All that I wanted was to rule over the world
I just wanted to rule over you
It isn’t about control, it’s about being the reason for your doings
Treason
Treason
Betray the trust I put in your sobriety
Celebrate
Let’s celebrate the freedom you have in me
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The shape of everything is the shape of the universe and I can see god in the midst of my knee caps
(I harbor him in the smallest of places)
But you only like the chases, ignoring the speed of your paces
Come on, don’t be so common in your obsessions
I only want to help you master your creations
Reincarnation has never been so massive
Made by him to come after him
Every passing tree is a storybook
Childhood memories collapsing around themselves
Put it back on the shelf
Shelf it, please my dear
Withhold the fear
Lord, my soul to keep? I’ll have to find it first.
This roadtrip isn’t cheap. I’ll have to rent the hearse
Before I die.
YOU ARE READING
Down This Path
PoezjaThis selection of poems were written during a series of events that would then unfold into a turning point within my own life. Tragic circumstances muddled by poor judgement and a taste for adventure turned into what I thought was a glorious success...
