After all the rhymes have died
The rhythms fade away
What are we left with at the break of day?
Just the broken words
Of a tired mind
Slipping in the dark
Fading in the day
What the fuck
Why would I stay
Just to wait
And see
If the shattered
Broken thoughts
Ever come to me
Or if I am left
With much less
Than I had the day before
Shutting the door
On yester me
How the fuck am I supposed to be free
Mother fucker
I don't see
Any point in being me
If being some one else
Is better don't you see
Who the fuck am I
If I'm not better than the rest
More awake
More alert
More alive
Fuck the rest
Restart
Survive
Don't try
Die right
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
