2-20-17
Ribs up,
It's pill season.
Teenage waste,
Throw up on the pavement
And convulse,
Because it's pill season.
The trees are still skeletons,
But now we're just waiting,
Waiting for life.
Oh but we're losing it quick,
On nothing but the blow
And some vodka.
Pour for me, today,
Please,
Take me a little closer.
Watch it paint beneath my eyes,
It'll carve, too.
Two dimensional art
Stopped being enough for the price of my dedication
And we're on a whole new level now.
Love me,
Oh god,
Just love me-
Just show me what I never had.
You'll never say a word, though,
But your friend's mouth's swarm with words
Like they've got teeth made of honey,
And the letters are wasps.
You love yellow hues,
So you kept me there,
And the devil's trying to take me down.
Ribs up,
It's pill season.
Teenage waste,
Throw up on the pavement
And convulse,
Because it's pill season.
One more day..
Just one more fucking day.
Talk talk talk
I'm full of noise-
Nothing shuts the hell up,
Because pure silence drives me insane
(It feels so /wrong/)
But I do believe sound
Is the worst kind of silence.
Flashbacks keep me awake,
I've seen too much
I've seen too much-
There are no remotes for memories.
Make it stop, please,
I can't let it take me.
I've been stubborn my whole life,
And I walked in this door-
There's no way I don't leave this bitch with bloody walls
And hyper-maniac violence.
The world is yours,
Go take it-
I'm caught in your honey teeth,
And my love is in a jar on your windowsill.
They knew far too long ago I'm all yours.
Ribs up,
It's pill season.
Teenage waste,
Throw up on the pavement
And convulse,
Because it's pill season.
Dizzy..
Save me,
And you're the only thing I'm praying to...
I cannot be done for,
Not here,
Not now.
⁃ (m.m)
This holds weight. This holds some fucking weight for me. (With souls as black as charcoal readers,remember 'Shower Pills'? I wrote a lot about pills, for various reasons, and not all derived from my own life. It comes from a lot. Well I'm back so. Endless inspiration here)
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