Poetry For The Apocalypse

Cancerous skin:

My skin flakes off like a cancer patient.

My colons bleeds like the rat that bit it.

My blood flows as thick as my excrement.

My urine is more red than yellow.

My tears are more vodka than water.

My spit is more poison than saliva.

My heart is a cancer the size of my fist.

My lungs are blacker than the death.

My eyes are emptier than my bank account.

My ears have more wax than the museums.

My lips are more cracked than my friend.

Always told you, I hated you:

I always said that I hate you,

but I would be lying if I said,

I didn't care.

You always told me you loved me,

but you would be lying,

if you said you ever cared.

Now we are lying when we say,

that we are still friends.

Love you like a crackhead:

I love you like a crackhead.

I will steal your liver,

sell it for a twenty.

I love you like a heroin addict.

I will kill your parents,

just for a worthless vase.

I'm sorry that you have a body:

I'm sorry that you have to have a body.

One that scares you.

One that insults you.

I'm sorry that you have to have a body.

One full of scars.

One full of scabs.

I'm sorry that you have to have a body.

One devoid of love.

One devoid of satisfaction.

Growing up is giving up:

Growing up is giving up.

Realising the government won't be overthrown.

Anarchy changes as much as a sock with lube.

No amount of broken windows,

will ever change the world.

Wrists of shame:

My wrists reveals all of my shame,

but you were never to blame.

You always let me cry in your arms,

even with sweaty palms.

I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough.

I never was all that tough.

You didn't drive me to this,

but tonight a train is all that I will kiss.

Irrational thoughts: