Sometimes I like to drive on the opposite side of the road
Just to see how close to light at the end of the tunnel I can get
I'm dishing out brutal honesty
Making sure all the brutality leaves marks in all corners of their unimaginably calloused mind
Constantly reaching for the high of cutting myself on the edge I like to dangle my life over
It's not that I'm seeking to find the end quickly
Or that I'm amused at my own face whitening and hand shaking consequences
It's just me trying to figure out why I find it so appealing
Why don't my bones ache at the thought of near death experiences?
I think it's due to them begging me to give it a rest
Evermore so if permanently is the only solution
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Before I Blackout
ПоэзияMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
