Looking for my girl in the lost and found.
She's laying 6ft underneath the ground.
No grave, no name.
Sacrificed to a wonderful game.
All numb, Slip away.
Lost the fucking razor blade.
Outta luck, Who the fuck are you?
Lost my shit; Lost my mind.
To the fucking
PARASITES!
Smoke it up, toke it up.
Flick off all the
PARASITES!
Looking for myself in the lost and found.
I'm buried 6ft underneath the ground.
No grave, No name.
Sacrificed to a wonderful game.
All numb, Slip away.
Lost the fucking razor blade.
Outta luck, Who the fuck are you?
Lost my shit; Lost my mind.
To the fucking
PARASITES!
Smoke it up, toke it up.
Flick off all the
PARASITES!
*instrumental*
Who the fuck are you
*instrumental*
Lost my shit; Lost my mind.
To the fucking
PARASITES!
Smoke it up, toke it up.
Flick off all the
PARASITES!
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
