What was supposed to be a good deed misfired huge.
Locked away.
Just wanna take you and toy.
Play in bed all day and make you suffer for more.
Lonely looking absolutely fucking crazy.
Kiss me kiss you mumble sweet somethings and get back to fine.
Taste you taste this feed you and dine on you over wine and cigarettes.
Taste the harshness and inhale every breath you breathe.
Soul is seething against itself.
Never for anyone else.
Blame these feelings.
Gotten ahead of myself.
Broken every rule without regret but sad and distant.
Heart throbs consistent.
Admiration insistent.
Fucking crazy face and stupid.
Feeling like the best was to come.
And its already lost.
Sink this sugar boat.
Go back to being a raptor.
Kill everything in my path.
Remain true to running blind.
Arrogant.
Hard-headed.
Undeserving.
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Alphabetical Dismemberment
PuisiI was locked up June 2017. I've been out of prison since October 2019. This is what I've written since. The ups and motivations, various troubles religious struggles, heart throbs and pains. Love lost and found and lost again. It'll all be published...
