Preying on human breeding pools,
Parading down the way.
Washing down their chemicals,
And standing in the hay.
I’ve got to drink to see the stars,
Shine brightly down on me.
I’ve got to down another shot,
To know just who I think I’ll be.
Uncertainty strangles morning,
Holding out for bullet songs.
Demons in the eyes of us,
Come punish all the wrongs.
Stumbling in the darkness,
I can’t hate what I don’t see.
I can’t see a happy thing with,
That thing called sobriety.
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Shattered Amour Propre
PoetryThis is a collection of some of the poems from my book, Shattered Amour Propre. There are a variety of formats made out of raw emotion. Come get stabbed in the heart, collect pollen from the flowers for a smile, and cry about the tragedies that have...
